Sandman Slim Books Novels & Stories

believed that the only way for us to be able to rebuild our population, was by producing children with the vampires and mages. And now, she has been told that her ex Alpha is looking for a hybrid bride. “I know mother, but unfortunately we didn’t have a seer telling us it was our only option at the time” I pointed out. “Hah! Quite frankly I’m amazed the Alpha even entertained the idea of approaching a seer in the first place!” “Perhaps that will give you an idea of how desperate we are” I replied gently. Her eyes softened. She moved back to the table and sat down. After taking a breath she turned back to me. “I can’t say I’ve heard anything from the other lone wolves. I’m unusual in the way

Through his hand where it touches my neck. And Liam's eyes flash pure amber. Not shifting. Something else. Something I have never seen before.

My body was filled with a wonderful lightness, and I felt like I could just float to the stars if I wanted. The box was filled with books, loads of books. And not just any ones— April Dove’s books. I picked up the one staring right at him. The already large grin on my face broadened as I stared at the pink, white, and red book cover and the name written in bold, sparkling pink font. ‘Our Hearts Are Always One, book two of the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series.’ The one I had asked Liam to give me. I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series.

Sierra whispered, “Already know it.” The blonde’s smile faltered. Before she could speak again, a soft hum vibrated through the hallway. The air shifted. Something invisible trembled. The shadows stirred. Sierra squeezed her hands into fists. Not now. Not yet. Be still. She swallowed down the venom in her chest, biting her tongue until she tasted blood. The trembling stopped. The blonde stood, sneering. “Tch. Boring…” The wolf-eyed girl spat next to her. They walked off, laughing. Sierra waited until their footsteps vanished.

The healer’s wing was quieter than usual. Morning light pressed softly through the windows, warming the sheets around her. Samantha sat with the leather-bound journal Adrian gave her the day before, its weight steady in her hands. She opened to the first full story she hadn’t yet read. The ink was old but clear, tales of wolves who crossed borders, defeated ancient threats, forged unlikely alliances. Yet every so often, a phrase tugged at her, familiar in a way she couldn’t explain.

In the library, they saw Sonja sitting on a Desk with Samantha on the opposite of her who was gloomy looking down. "Hello Sonj, what's up with her?" "Morning Phil, she's just a little shy." "Did you scold her again, anyway look at this book that I found, it's really weird and interesting." Phil took the old book out of his bag and placed it on the table so that everyone can see it, Samantha was even curious and took a glance at the book. "It talks about dreams and how to navigate it apparently." Sonja and the others watched the old book curiously, the cover depicts a compass with a crescent moon covering one side while a greek ship at the bottom carrying the two, the words Liber Somniorum et

"It's pretty cool, actually. I just ask for what I need and the cavern kind of takes me where I have to go to find it." More Sidhe magic. But useful at least. Still, I hoped Liam wasn't trusting it entirely. Even the Seelie court, what most people thought of as the good side, were known to be tricksy. For all I knew, the books would swallow him up someday. Nice thought. Sass slid his hands over the cover of the book. "Well, this particular tome won't help," he said. "It's about sacrificing demons." I frowned. "What?"

The book slipped slightly in my hand. And everything went dark.

Maybe, in the end, I got what I wanted. I got Slim.

Its lips curled back in a feral sneer. “Outsiders,” it hissed, its voice deep and gravelly. “You trespass on the sacred lands of the Sand people.” The emperor hesitantly stepped forward, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his sword. “We don’t want any trouble,” he said, his voice steady though his mind raced. “We just need to pass through.” The Sandman laughed, a sound like stones grinding together. “There is no passing through. Not without a price.”