Sandman Romane & Geschichten

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 ❤️

The night sky was quiet and empty, the darkness in his soul was now gone, the feelings of love and peace returned to him, and he stood up, glancing at his side, he saw a silver glittering lamptern, stretched towards him, the face of the person unknown. "Here, take it!" Wandering what it was, Malison turned as his gaze was fixed on his friend. "Come on Mal, take it!" A soft voice spoke in a breath, like a gentle breeze blowing through the air. Its soft touch ruffling his mind, as it spread through his soul, touching his heart, the silver glow of the lamp lit up his eyes, the warm yellow light of the moon reflected upon his heart; as he bowed his head towards the man with his hand extended to

She blinked against the morning light, her instinctual sense of safety warring with the chaotic shouting downstairs. Before she could even voice her confusion, the temperature in the room drastically shifted. Outside the tall stone windows, the calm morning sky suddenly darkened, heavy, bruised purple clouds rolling over the jagged Scottish ridges with supernatural speed. The wind began to howl, a low, thundering roar that rattled the thick glass. It wasn't a vindictive storm, nor was it an act of malice—it was a visceral, titanic response. Tala had felt it. The reclusive Master of All Elements, watching from her isolated sanctuary on the edge of the vast territory, had just felt the massive

He said with a kiss on River's neck and shoulders. He and River hadn't had an intersection for a few days so he was eager to claim her again. He never got tired of River's body even though he didn't know much about sex. For him, River was his safe haven. River was his sanctuary where he felt peace when he was next to her and cuddling her. Despite every time he comes from the chaotic world that evil calls the black underworld, River is the one he wants to see and go home for. If for River it is a safe zone where she lives, for him River is his safe place. Whenever River takes good care of him and Spawn, he feels the silence and calmness next to her. He feels at peace whenever she is his compa

The faces in the sand were screaming now, begging us to stay, to give in, to let the Sandman have us. And then I saw him. The Sandman himself. He rose from the desert like a shadow given form. Tall, impossibly tall, with eyes that glowed like dying stars. His voice was the sound of wind over graves. "You broke my world, little glitch." He was looking at Mia. "I don't know what you're talking about," Mia said, but I could hear the fear in her voice. "You shattered the nightmares. Freed the prisoners. Defied my domain." He moved closer, and with each step, the temperature dropped. "I should erase you for that. But you're far too i

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.”

It seemed so strange, but I had recently seen werewolves in my backyard and a mind-erasing army guy. "Why yes, I did. They call me The Sandman. Isn't that clever? It's way more humane than other forms of fighting, don't you think?" He yawned loudly. "How do you know someone is, uh, idimmu? I mean, how does their aura look?" I asked, afraid he was going to end our conversation at any moment and leave me alone in this dungeon. "Well, their aura changes when they use their gift. Usually, people have one strong color tinged with other colors depending on their mood. When idimmu use their gifts, they become multicolored, usually just two or three dominant colors, a

And his body burns into ashes and disappears. Samantha continues kneeling on the ground, blood covers all over her. She spreads her blood-soaked hands open and watches them as she flips them up and down occasionally. Perplexed by her current emotions, she giggles indifferently, in a mad-like manner. "Why? Why is it no longer enough?" Samantha runs her murderous gaze from her hands up to the sky, and immediately crinkles her face when she notices something off with the moon. She thought she had seen it wrong. But things become clearer the more she observes the moon gradually peeking up at the sky, until it reveals itself completely into a moon that only shows up thrice a year, bathing the wor

Just as Aiden had ventured into a strange and dangerous land for his own gains, there was another who was doing the same. This person was a smallish old man who was slightly bent over a thin black cane. On his left hand were several ornaments; for each finger was adorned with a silver ring. He had short black hair with streaks of gray running through it. This man was one that was regarded as the most shrewd of the enemies that the Beastmen had to face. He wasn’t the strongest enemy there was, but if one asked any of the Beast Elders who they’d rather not face, they would mention this man’s name. This man was Elder Sand.