Sandman Slim Books Novels & Stories

The darkness that covers the Newark town will soon be demolished. Damon Salvatore was held captive by the leadership of Alexis Demetri, the demon slayer with the help of Thamer Reid, the Cambion who lived on Earth as a human. They trapped him inside a silver net they made through Felix Reid's sources. He gave all his shares to build a wide net made it silver. He planned it all while he's keeping him company.

Both keep me suspended in this limbo of half-truths and meaningful glances. I pause before a window, looking out at the moonlit grounds of the compound. Beyond them, the ward shimmers faintly at the edges of my perception, visible only to my amber eye—a dome of protective magic separating this hidden world from the desert beyond. Somewhere out there, Sorin waits, hunting me with a patience that terrifies me more than outright aggression.

In his final moments, he whispered incantations in Danish, his voice weak and trembling. “Sten af Utah, jeg kalder dig hjem. Skjul dig for mørket, gem dig I skyggerne.” The stone responded to his plea, a shimmering, ethereal light surrounding it. In an instant, it vanished from its pedestal, leaving only an empty space where it once rested.

He sends me abroad, insists I don’t live alone, and forces me to get a female flatmate… And somehow, I end up here. “With him.” I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. “Great,” I muttered. “He shielded me from a stray puppy… only to throw me straight to a wolf.” “Hey!” Samuel’s voice cut in sharply. “I’m Sam, and I’m not some kind of pervert.” I let out a dry laugh. “Oh really?” “We both enjoyed that,” he added, folding his arms like he had already won the argument. “In fact, I think you enjoyed it more. So maybe stop acting like a victim.”

Samantha stated as Karisa was nodding at her. “Take your time, Sam. You know I will be here,” Karisa replied, looking at the book that her brother Sebastian used to read whenever he had the time for himself. The title was A Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne. Samantha never knew that Karisa was a Vernian. Huh, interesting indeed, Samantha mused as she smiled, remembering her reclusive brother who was probably busy with his duties as the doctor of the pack as well as an official of the Shadow Pack. Samantha blinked her eyes when she remembered the information that Karisa told her earlier.

She ran her fingers along the spines, the gold lettering cool against her skin. Drawn in by the sheer volume, she hesitantly pulled a book from the shelf, a slim volume bound in dark blue leather. The title was etched in silver: The Royal Grimoire of Sacred Oaths. She opened it, her eyes skimming the ornate calligraphy, the intricate diagrams filled with arcane symbols.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

“Isn’t fate just so damn cute?” Lyka sighed, “You are powerful, each of you and you need to discover it. To expand it.” “But enough to defeat him?” Art snickered. “Yes, enough to destroy him. We will talk about it later. Before that you can read this book.” Shalom handed them a thick, leather bound book. In the cover, was a handwritten word. Bloodsongs. In wild red. ____

He quietly speaks so as not to disturb my line of concentration. The further I walk down the line of shelving the older the books become and the deeper the vibration and thrum become. It echoes through me and my skin prickles with goosebumps. Like a siren's silent song, I hear the whispers of ancient words. “Do you hear it?” I ask Crimson. “I hear it,” and I just catch the frown that covers his expression when the beat of the thrum turns to whispers and then becomes clearer. I stop when the voices are the loudest. Reaching up I pluck a book from the shelf. But the book is plain and when I open the pages, they are blank. The voices still whisper words I don’t understand.

His body, which had appeared to be under the control of this mysterious figure, was now back in his hands. "Curse you and your machinations! I won't let you corrupt any more lives. I'll put an end to your reign of terror." Rafe cursed. The man examined a bag of old books he'd brought back from Singapore. It took him a long journey and a long process to find the book's location. "This grimoire, it's the key to eradicating your presence, saving her from a fate she doesn't deserve." "God, I'm exhausted from all this." Rafe whispered with a face that looked really tired as if a lot of heavy loads were on his mind this time.