Sandman Novels & Stories

Leonard stood frozen, his mouth agape, struggling to process the words that had just tumbled out of Alexa’s mouth. The soft light in the dim room cast a warm glow on her face, but it only heightened the chill that crept up his spine. “Supernatural being?” he repeated incredulously, his mind racing.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

The symbol carved there made my stomach clench: a crescent moon split by a straight line, the same mark on my mother’s gate-stone. The rock warmed under his hand. The fissure widened. Not breaking—opening. A narrow passage yawned into the earth, lit by dim amber lines that ran through the stone like veins. “What is this?” I whispered. “Sanctuary,” Dax said. “For the unwanted. For the dangerous.” My pendant pulsed hard, answering the stone like they were speaking to each other. Heat poured into my palm. The amber lines brightened. Dax noticed and his jaw tightened. “Don’t feed it.”

The pale morning light filtered through the blinds of Sam's apartment, but the room still carried the weight of the previous night. Andreas woke with a heaviness on his ribs, only to realize that Sam’s arm—broad, warm, and possessive—acted like a manacle of flesh and bone. The bite on his shoulder throbbed, a rhythmic pulse serving as a constant reminder that he had been claimed by something not entirely human. Before Andreas could even sit up, Sam stirred, his amber eyes opening instantly, already laden with a predatory lucidity.

Anahita Waterwolf POV We waterwolves have resettled on the banks of the Dream River that runs through the place once known as the Barren. Though to use the word 'barren' in relation to this magnificent place feels ridiculous. Many mornings I sit on the balcony of the packhouse, before the pack stirs, gazing out at the churning, roiling, foaming waves of the river, its banks densely packed with rich, dark mud. The colours of the river at dawn--blue, mauve, purple, indigo, green--remind me of the lifestone and that night when the poison was driven out. The lifestone disappeared, it's work done. And Silvia's iron--the physical iron anyway--was also gone.

When he came out of the temple, a lone goblin was waiting for him. The goblin was unarmed and did not seem to want a fight. Nio waited. The goblin said: “Greetings, Sunbringer. I am Lido, the war chief of the Swer tribe. I guess the high shaman is dead and you're going back south now." Nio shook his head and replied: “The first part of what you said is true. The shaman is dead. But I will not return south. I'm going east, towards Sogorim. "

Humanitas erit sacrificium si non sanguinis humani aestus avertere. He points to the section with the word Geminis. I read it out loud, “For destiny and The Creator cannot change that which is meant to be. Gemini shall be divided. One of death and destruction. The Devil shall lose his love, and humanity shall be lost. Only humanity shall be a sacrifice, if it were not in the blood of humanity, to turn the tide.” My throat clogs, and my voice stutters at the mention of the devil losing his love. Fallon places his hand on my shoulder as if to keep me grounded.

There were cords which ran from the tangled image, stretching from it one way upward and the other down into the depths of the library's hidden chambers. 'What is he doing?' She watched him as he took a breath and slowly exhaled. As he did, there came a faint glow from beneath his palm. He removed his hand from the patterned wall, and she saw the shimmering light like liquid gold as it began to fill the carvings of a careful craftsman. The light flowed from the center of the pattern, making its way through the channels to the outside of the detailed stonework and out through the cords, carried by them in either direction. There was a strange warmth to this beautiful light, and it was as a ri

Nicolai asked for help. The man in silver suit who was about to walk pass them suddenly stopped. His hearing didn't make a joke of him right? He slowly looked back and he started trembling. His palm sweat as his heart race. That figure, that look, even after 5 years, he knows, he still can recognize him. "Wen-wen?!" Author Note: Sorry, I didn't update yesterday because of my headache.

On the other hand, someone was hearing the voice recording again and again and a smile unknowingly appeared on his lips. ~I am sorry, Mr. Demon~ ~I am sorry, Mr. Demon~ ~I am sorry, Mr. Demon~ "Snow White", Demon murmured softly as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the scent of an innocent soul. Unknown of the fact that not only Demon's eyes but now, Demon's mind also trapped the soul. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️