Sandman Novels & Stories

She walked into the room to see the man just standing there and staring at the table. “Sir”. He looked up to her and he just stared. “State your business”. Now was the time for her to choose her words carefully. “My friend was possessed by Tresicta” she began. “Pardon?” “Her name is Clara. She’s Savan and Tempan and she took me to the museum and well….she touched a picture and now she's a host for her consciousness. I don’t know”. “This Clara of a Supernatural, you said she’s Tempan?”

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.

I hit the floor with a dull thud, Dante rushes to me and immediately picks me up in his arms while holding the phone up in one hand. As I gradually fade away, I can still hear a familiar baritone voice telling Dante that if he doesn't hand me over in 30 minutes, I will die. In the fog of my mind, I understand that the antidote was not the correct one or there is a second phase of treatment. Surprised that I can still hear and reason, I try not to lose reality, but, defeated, I drift far away. There is silence, darkness, a slight, constant, discreet ringing in my ears that tells me I am still breathing and alive. Stay close! I'll be back in 2 days. I await you with love! I write for you!

Stab the body and it heals but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime. MINEKO IWASAKI RHEMA "Hey", a feline voice said after I had just bagged the last note I got from Ms. Adrenaline. "Hello", I say in shock when her smooth brown face was in front of mine. I pull the arm of my bag and smile at her. "Umm.. So Sarima tells me you're considering going back to theatre".

"He is their bane! He is a light, not a darkness!" But inside the cave itself, there was no celebratory atmosphere. The baby had stopped crying, and now rested peacefully, a deep, calm sleep, the gold light of his eyes and flesh now mild, nearly spent. Sama Arthur, however, was pale-faced, her frame shuddering with an underlying fatigue more than the new birth. Her hand was now the very shape of the Chronos Lode, a shining, golden imprint.

Wrapped in love and tragedy and power that hummed like black fire. Sierra’s breath stilled. It wasn’t sound that moved through her, but something deeper—like recognition, like bone remembering bone. It stirred a place inside her blood she hadn’t even known was asleep. She turned in the dream-space, trying to find the speaker, but there was no figure—only soft glimmers of silver light, violet flame flickering at the edges, like something just out of reach. “The boy with the cursed blood,” the voice continued, rich with something like sorrow. “Born of violence, but not made for it.”

Samantha’s scream tore through the clearing. The pain intensified—searing white-hot through her chest, her limbs, her skull. She collapsed fully to the ground, her fingers digging into the soil. Her body arched, and a snarl—inhuman and raw—escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back. The world around her flickered. She saw shadows—wolves with glowing eyes, stars tumbling from the heavens, rivers of silver blood, a forest on fire—and a boy with mismatched eyes whispering: “We miss you, sister.”

His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct. Nathan froze. The Special Section required faculty permission, but the wolf in him recognized opportunity. He waited until the librarian stepped away before slipping behind the circulation desk. The Special Section door opened with a creak that set his teeth on edge. Inside, the air smelled different—older, heavier with magic. His night vision sharpened as he scanned the shelves until he found it: Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The cover felt strangely warm under his fingertips, bound in what his wolf recognized immediately as wolfskin.

The next morning, she heard from Lucas’s assistant that Vanessa had suffered a miscarriage. … Vanessa sat weakly atop the horse, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for mercy. From the raised platform, Lucas idly toyed with a lighter, his expression unreadable. Only after a long pause did he finally light his cigarette as he decided to let her go. Desperate, Vanessa reached for him, unwilling to accept her fate. But all she received in return was a cold, mocking sneer.

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.