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.

“It depends on who you ask. I’ve come across Zander, Mr. Stone, Sandman, and Gargoyle. Mostly The Sandman.” “That’s priceless,” Al said. I slapped the table. “Excuse me, what the hell are you talking about, The Boogieman and The Sandman?” “We have our little street names. I embrace mine, while Zander, The Sandman, tends to hate his nickname,” Al explained. “Zander can make most breeds fall asleep, except for Demons.” “And people call you The Boogieman why?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

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

Driven by desire, I lifted my other hand and placed it on my breasts. Trevor's face was already flushed with excitement. "Yes, honey, just like that..." We moved our hips in unison, each lost in the rhythm on our respective sides of the screen. Samson, as if competing with the man on the phone, moved faster and harder with each thrust. Then, the screen glitched, and Trevor's panting voice filled the room. "You were amazing today, honey. Come home soon, and I'll reward you with your toy. I'm tired, and I need to rest for a bit."

She must really be. His Mate. But why? He is married to Maren. Why is the moon goddess playing such a trick? "You have to take your drugs. Let me bring breakfast for you." "You said Diane already gave a balm. I don't need drugs." "No, you need it for energy. You can't renew energy fast because you are an omega. So you need the drugs. Also, your voice is hoarse." Sandra pursed her lips and stood up, walking out of the room.

Mark told him. “He is also not an angel, fey or elf. That left vampire or warlock.” Grandfather Eivor said. Savannah tried to describe him to them, but her memory was hazy thanks to that damn sedative. Dorian did his voodoo mind reading shit to her which shocked both her and Daniel. It was weird to be part of it and it made me somewhat nauseous. “He is a hybrid vampire/warlock. His name is Vegas, well that is the name he goes by. He also happens to be Ulriks half-brother.” Dorian explained.