The Sandman Novels & Stories

When his men screamed, he saw the men grouped in a circle on top of the rocks with their swords and arrows, as they cut the creatures in half. That region was a place known as Sand Cemetery. It was a place of dark secrets and dangerous creatures, the sand was a dark red colour and sand monsters were said to roam the dunes at night. They led the way by marching through the depths of the depths, making their way to the sand desert cavern in their burial ground, when they entered the caverns.

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

Leo asked. The healer pressed her lips into a thin line. “Moonstone is sacred, tied to the divine magic of the Goddess herself. But this…” Her fingers hovered above the blade without touching it. “This was twisted. Enchanted. Not with blessing, but with intention. It's not just lodged in her, it’s anchored to her power. It’s feeding off it. Disrupting it.” “So she’s, what, trapped?” Calix asked, voice low. “She’s suspended,” the healer said. “Alive, but… distant. Like the moon on a clouded night. Still there, but unreachable.”

the old man said as he walked toward the entrance with his hands clasped behind his back. "Stop him!" Lyanna pointed at the old man, and the demon general, with an eye in its forehead, shot forward like a whirlwind. The old man scoffed and muttered something. After he chanted a spell, he suddenly flung out a handful of yellow sand. A sandstorm seemed to rise around them, and in its violent attack, it managed to trap the demon. "Are you a shaman?" Lyanna went to the entrance with her last demon slave. "A shaman? I suppose you could say that." The old man looked blandly at Lyanna.

She still saw her dog, still talked to it whenever she followed her dad to the ranch but she wasn't allowed to touch it. Her parents bought her teddy bears to replace him. Usually she would talk to her dog throughout the night and rub its fur while he slept so that she would not have to sleep but now that he was no longer with her, she had to let sleep overwhelm her every night even though she was scared of what she would see that night. Juana rarely wrote down what she dreamt, she just remembered them offhand. Besides, she dreaded writing them because it made her mind sick. Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything

He said with a kiss on River's neck and shoulders. He and River hadn't had an intersection for a few days so he was eager to claim her again. He never got tired of River's body even though he didn't know much about sex. For him, River was his safe haven. River was his sanctuary where he felt peace when he was next to her and cuddling her. Despite every time he comes from the chaotic world that evil calls the black underworld, River is the one he wants to see and go home for. If for River it is a safe zone where she lives, for him River is his safe place. Whenever River takes good care of him and Spawn, he feels the silence and calmness next to her. He feels at peace whenever she is his compa