Bleach Diamond Dust Novels & Stories

The door suddenly flew open. I turned—then relaxed when I saw Dre. “What exactly are you looking for?” he asked. “The ring,” I said. “Marlene has it. So do Ruby and Rasheed. Dad wore the same ring the night before he died. Whatever happened to him—it connects back to Blackwood.” Dre exhaled sharply. “That’s heavy. But coming here was reckless.” “You came too.” “And I’d do it again,” he replied. “If you’re walking into danger, we do it together.”

My nerves pick up a cold sensation running through my body over the heat when a new person-Dustin-wraps a wet blanket around me. I’m literally burning in hell, a hell a signed up for. You never know the shit you get yourself into until at the climax of it all. Through my silent screams, I realise how at this very point there’s no going back. I played with the dust, now my lungs are as fragile as a raw egg. “Ria! Ria, stay with me,” Devlin’s voice becomes more lucid. “You need to go back and stop him, brother,” says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice.

He replied with a question. “Well, Dad what if I told you…it was never Gold?” Blake asked. Braxton scoffed. “That’s not possible. Venice wouldn’t have made that enormous plan and created the PM group to annihilate my Father. There has to be something there.” He replied with so much certainty. “You’re right Dad. There is something there. It’s just not Gold. It’s Diamonds. Clean Diamonds.” He replied, showing him other pictures of uncut diamonds which he had illegally acquired from the land shortly after its discovery.

Inside a small glass were beautiful cold cakes: soft tiramisu, smooth passion fruit mousse, sweet cheesecake, macarons of all colors, etc. "Hey Eden, I think you arrive at the end of this month?" The guy with surreal handsome blond hair raised an eyebrow. “I run out of quartz powder, and Abyss refused to use anything else. I explain a thousand times that a little jade doesn't kill anyone. But no, he is still nagging and nagging until its poor owner has to get away with it in the rain. A fluffy demon!" Eden Noldorasga brushed off the splashes of water clinging to the outside of his baggy brown bear hoodie as he grumbled.

My heart drowns as several unfamiliar emotions cross his gaze. I love you. I want to scream, but I don’t. I know Levian. Once he has what he wants, he will continue to toy around and not play. “ Good. ” Levian murmurs against my ear before I feel his arm tightening around me. Dustin moves again. This time, he moves with a blurred speed. The windows on my right shatter with a piercing noise. The glass shards spread everywhere. I see them moving in front of my eyes, deflected across the invisible shield around Levian and me. Water follows soon, and the shield drops.

Beneath the unspoken tension, something fragile but real continued to grow. --- The next night, someone slipped into the diamond polishing room. Masked, gloved, and silent. Their movements were quick, deliberate. The diamond cases were opened—and destroyed. A sharp blade carved into the precious stones. Chemical agents were poured to alter their structure. The sparkle faded, leaving nothing but fractured shards and worthless dust. In just thirty minutes, Evelyn’s months of hard work… were gone. --- The next morning, Evelyn stood frozen before the shattered glass display. "No…" she whispered.

Still, her defiance wasn’t the only thing gnawing at me tonight. The news I’d received earlier. My men had finally located the production sites for Veyla Dust, a new strain deadlier than wolfsbane, engineered specifically to paralyze our kind. Unlike wolfsbane, it wasn’t useless against the Everbloods. The Veyla Dust however, every single one of us, Cursed, Ever and even the Pureblood. A goddamn weapon mass-produced for war.

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

Wendell hurriedly handed over a carving knife, which Damian used to lightly scrape at the spot he'd noticed earlier. The weather-beaten surface of the bronze relic was relatively soft. Soon, a layer of patina had been scraped away. Damian's eyes sharpened again. He knew there was something unusual about the bronze dagger! Embedded in the bronze was a clear gemstone. Using the carving knife, he gently pried it free and held it in his hand. "What's that?" Wendell piped up with a frown, looking quite confused. The gemstone was about the size of a quail egg. It was blue and translucent, the smooth surface glowing under the light.