The Sandman Novels & Stories

Once it’s signed, it will be posted six days a week. I know everyone is anticipating the next of my werewolf series, but at the moment, my brain needs a break from the werewolf universe. Never fear, though; Sicilian Holiday (D'Amore holiday short story), The Genius Delta (Silvercloud/Persephone), The Quiet Giant's Mate (Regina/Ivan), Beta's Innocent Mate (Alexander/Delilah), Beta's Twin Mates (Zoe/Gunnar/Henrik), and The Hybrid's Vampire (Sage/Auðr) will be written when I'm in that head space. So please bear with me. I promise these books will be written, but all good things come to those who wait and are worth the wait.

War Drums The cracked phone screen cast harsh light across Sandro’s face, turning his features into something demonic. Elena watched the color drain from his expression as the surveillance clip ended, leaving only the damning freeze-frame of Luca handing over the USB drive like it was nothing. “Motherfucker,” Sandro snarled, voice low and lethal. He set the ruined phone down carefully this time, though his fingers lingered as if he wanted to crush it into dust. The tender man who had just worshipped her in the shower was gone. In his place stood the Don, cold, calculating, and ready for war.

When he passed a few years ago, I knew I wanted to get a car that reminded me of him, too bad it needs to be constantly looked after. Max pops the hood and takes a look inside, I slowly walk over to him and notice what his little vest thing says. Nightmare Warriors. The image is a long road with a skeleton wearing armor riding down the road on a motorcycle. I didn't realize I was staring so close until he back into me and I stumble to the ground. "Oh shit, you okay Candice?" He asks lifting me up like I weigh a feather. "Yes, yeah, I'm fine, sorry I was looking at your vest." I say a little embarrassed I fell so easily.

Vivian tried her best to stop him but It was as if he was in a lunatic frenzy. The other werewolves rushed on seeing the commotion and dragged him away, giving the other man a chance to escape. Sandilo glared at the back of the man as he fled faster than a deer. Sandilo drew in a deep breath and picked Vivian in his arms. His face was burned with fury as he took long, forceful strides in the direction of their home. Vivian trembled as she looked into his blazing eyes. She closed her eyes, unable to bear the intensity of fury. She was already exhausted and Sandilo’s rhythmic footsteps jerked her body like a cradle and soon she was lulled to sleep.

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

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

"Goodnight. I'll see you in your dreams shortly." I exit the room on a mission. I waste little time as I focus to transport myself into the empty alley where I had killed Henry. I emerge quickly and briskly pass building fronts, looking to see what all is open and for an appetizer to keep me full until I can feed from Sera. I spot an intoxicated woman outside of a bar and I stalk her for a moment. I vanish from her sight and rattle the trash cans around her. Her heart picks up and her eyes become frantic. I block the door, and she has no idea why she can't get back inside and she tries to run down the street. I pull her to a bench by a bus stop. She flails, but to onlookers she looks like sh

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

"No more arguing. You're ruining the energy of our sanctuary. Our mediums cannot concentrate in such an environment." "My apologies." The douchey dude's whole demeanor changed, as he gave Helena an award-winning smile. "We didn't mean to interrupt your activities. But I do hope one of your mediums has time for me. I have some very important business to take care of." I didn't fail to notice how he brought his arm forward, lightly touching Helena's arm. Goddamn manipulator.

Sandro fastens his pace to reach his room quickly, he can't wait to open his fly and get his hard meat out. "I'm fine, Venice. Merry Christmas again, I need to hang up now. Goodbye," Sandro ended the call after he reached his room. He tossed his phone on the side table and quickly took off his sweaters and pants, leaving him naked. Sandro can't stand the heat within. Sandro laid on his bed, close his eyes. His mind quickly wandered to Demie. With her round breasts, Sandro wants to touch and squeeze those and bring its nips on his mouth. Just by the thought of it, made Sandro groan.