Dust Comic Novels & Stories

One of our mutual friends suddenly messaged me, complaining nonstop. [Bro, this kid is going to be the death of me! Joanna called me and told me she wanted to introduce a talented employee to me. I figured even if he wasn't at your level, he'd at least be somewhat decent, right? But this kid's a total nightmare! He plays games in the office all day, interrupts everyone else’s work, and even orders people to bring him tea and coffee!] I immediately realized who he was talking about.

"Dustin, why don't you consider the possibility that Aria simply has an allergy to seeing your ugly mug in the moonlight?" Lila interjected, her eyes flashing with a playful, predatory spark as she jumped to my defense. Dustin perked up, feigning a wounded heart. "Hey, little she-wolf, what’s so terrifying about a healer like me?" Peter took a leisurely sip of his water, his expression flat and unreadable as he set the glass down. "Probably the fact that your face looks like it was chewed on by a rogue rogue."

Sometimes, only sarcasm gets your joke. Notice the pun? Hmm.. Even I don't. I think I might have detention. Victim's pov He was dragging me by my hair, dragging me out of my prison. I had lost count of days and my face no longer throbbed. I longed to breathe in fresh air and smell the grass. I wondered what was outside my prison. His face was contorted with fury and his movements were rough and aggressive. I saw a tunnel few feet ahead. He wasn't going to make me run, right? I wasn't sure I could even run and I rubbed feeling into my numb arms.

As I turned around, I immediately jumped back upon seeing a man standing there, his eyes filled with lust as he looked at me. "Who are you and why are you in this place?" “Call me delicious, but my name is Dusty. By the time you're finished giving me a blowjob, I assure you that you'll declare my taste to be delightful.” “Don't even think about getting close to me, you'll regret it, asshole.”

“Stacey, don’t lie to me. Why did you have the dust on you?” She was silent for a minute trying to figure out what to tell me. “I am the thief of the dust,” she said and Justin looked at her very shocked, he had a million questions in his head he didn’t know what to ask first.

She pulled on her yellow dress, a gift Xander gave her the last time he visited her and left for town; remembering to take the packet of fine substance with her. "This..." a man said as he inspected the substance Diane showed him. "...is dust." the man said as he picked a speck of dust out of the fine substance, making Diane laugh nervously, a little annoyed that he needed to point out the fact that her house was dirty. She hadn't the time or energy to clean due to her bouts of nausea and light headedness which kept her in bed most days.

Raya was suddenly silent, and I felt my body trying to shift back to my human form. I did not understand it until I noticed some particles in the air. Silver dust. Almost unnoticeable. "Silver dust. A terrible weakness to have, Selene," One of the Lycans said to me, and I moved back. I tried to link Christopher but could not reach him. I held my breath and stepped back while fighting my shift back to my human form. I could not hold it for long, so I let go and continued to breathe the poison. I looked in Christopher's direction, and it was clear he had noticed it too. These things came prepared. There was also no game in sight, so I realised that Omicron Carl, that set the picnic and told us

Dante sneered as he pressed the blade toward my throat. "You’re always talking about the Council like they still matter, but look around you, Dante, because the whole world we grew up in is burning and you're still worried about a paycheck," I gasped, and I managed to reach into my belt and grab a handful of the white marble dust from the ground and throw it directly into his eyes.

They were around 3,000 members and they knew Falling Stardust had only 400 combat mages and most of them were out hunting. When they saw about 3 dozen people in red armor come out to face their three thousand. Everyone started laughing. How can three dozen face off against three thousand? This was Ludacris. The three dozen fire squad troops waved their hand at the same time a red magic circle the size of a two-story building started to form, the entire team was building it together, each individual was responsible for one section of the magic circle.

Was she still dancing at home? “Hi, Sin,” a regular customer greeted me. He sat on the empty seat next to me. “Hi, Dust,” I replied. “I heard you got a new dancer.” Dustin glanced at the stage. “Is she performing tonight?” he asked curiously. “Are you tired of your women? Why did you come back after releasing one of my dancers?” I watched him intently. Dustin Simmons was the country's top tech entrepreneur. He was married, and the media reported positive things about him and his household. Only me and a few people in my club knew the truth.