The Sandman Novels & Stories

DARINA The last few nights Sanda slept at my side, holding me close until I fell asleep and when I woke up screaming in the middle of the night, she was the one to chase away the demons. I think I would have gone insane if it weren’t for Sanda. She never asked anything of me, she only gave love and support and her presence, not asking that I love her in return. But at some level I did love her, only it wasn’t the same thing I felt for Nico. It was something else entirely, like a sister, only deeper, a feeling you cannot put in words no matter how you tried.

Don't think! "Tell me your name!" He felt the name hovering on the edges of his mind, waiting to rush in, to float in, to creep in. Monkey's ears and toes! Ru - Don't think! Rus -Rus- Don't think RUSLAN! Damnit! Damnit! Well, at least, don't think Ruslan Osinov. Oh great! "Come with me, Ruslan Osinov," said the slime-mold in his mind. The demon hands released his arms and head. The horde fell back so that the way was clear. The demon speaking in his mind drew thin lips over tiny, pointed teeth. It took Ruslan a moment to realize it was smiling.

Eric looked away rubbing his face, “Yes Tamara.” The female, Tamara, smiled a sickly sweet grin. “Well now that you’re taken I need a new pet to please me.” She stroked Eric's arm once more pouting, “What about the shifter? I’m sure he would do nicely.” Justin flinched and Eric glared at her, “The shifter is no longer with us. I will not serve you in my own kingdom. Leave.” Again, that shifter individual was mentioned... I have never met a shifter they are one of the most powerful creatures. They have the ability to turn into anything, or anyone. I wonder what happened and why nobody wishes to speak of him?

“You’re everything.” Smiling at his sweet words, I lay my head back on the pillow and whisper. “That was amazing.” He slides beside me, rests his head next to mine and takes my hand. “It was beyond amazing because of you.” I look at our hands and slide my fingers through his. It’s strange because I don’t see one of the world’s most powerful beings when I look at him. What I see is a man who can make my body sing. I blink my eyes several times when they begin to get heavy.“Lana,” Lucifer mutters. I lift my heavy eyelids and hum, “Yeah?”

Ryan held his mana weapon, which was a pair of twin short swords that looked like a white blade covered in yellow sand in his hands. The white came from the Sea King's trident and the sand Came from the claws of the Scorpion King. Xasha had grounded the claws into dust and mixed them with the Sea King's trident to create a new alloy. The new alloy gave weapons made from it an attraction force to sand particles in the air. The Scorpion King AKA the king of the dessert's aura was still in the sand on the blade and the sand particles in the air would treat it as if it was a living Scorpion King. Ryan poured mana into the blades and 300ft scorpion appeared in the sky, it turned itself into sand

The intoxicating scent of butterscotch and smokey hazelnut assaults my senses. “Be still my dark princess. You are safe now. I am going to get you out of here. Take the girls to the human hospital and then burn this place to the fucking ground.” a rough velvety voice growled. I know I should be trying to get away, but something within me tells me that this is where I need to be. I press myself closer to him trying to gather all his warmth as darkness surrounds me.

he said, and I immediately answered, "It's Fantasia No. 4 C Minor by Mozart." He nodded. Someone who really wanted to know would either take out their phone and jot it down or immediately search for the song on YouTube. And I wondered what this man was really asking me. "Are you a student here?" I asked, because his gaze seemed to indicate that he still wanted to talk to me. "No," he answered quickly. Then he reached out his hand to me and smiled warmly. "Nice to meet you. My name is Orion Evans."

He scrutinized it for a long time before saying, "I wouldn't have expected any less of a proper lady of the Chapman family. Your embroidery is top-notch." Something occurred to him, and he pulled out a green moonstone pendant from his sleeve. He gave it to me. "My mother gave this to me, saying that it would keep me safe. I've kept it with me all these years while battling our enemies. I'll give it to you now if you don't mind having it." I saw streaks of blood on the pendant and knew that it had been with Gideon through many life-and-death situations. How could I possibly accept it?

[Snow] One thing that I am glad about with human biological imprints is that no matter how stressed and hurt a person can be, the body knows when to rest and shut everything off, letting me sleep dreamlessly. The following day, feather-light caresses roused me up. At first, in my half-asleep state, I thought it was Damon, considering how many times he had disrupted me in the middle of my sleep. But then, I would immediately recognize his touch. His palm was rough, and his hand was heavy. This one is the exact opposite. Smooth and light like the angel’s touch or like one from a mother.

The voice said, and I felt the wind against my face as I was lifted higher and higher into the air. I woke up in a dark room. I looked at my hands, they were white as snow. I touched the side of my neck that I remembered was bitten away, but no wound or injury, not even the feel of a scar. I noticed someone beside me, a dark skinned young man. "Who are you?" "I am Jhan, you could not be around humans beings because the smell of their blood would awaken your urge, it will be uncontrollable—" "Why? Why did you let me live?"