Dust Novels & Stories

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,

I hit accept, and he did not waste any time. [Wanna hang out tomorrow?] I shot back a GIF of a kitten giving a big exaggerated head nod. If we were doing that matchmaking dance, I had to come clean about everything with Charles. It was only fair. If he had a problem with it, then that was where we drew the line. After I closed the chat, that pinned profile picture kept lighting up with new messages. The notification bubble was screaming 99+. All from Charles. I did not even bother to open them—just blocked and deleted them. If I could not see it, it could not bug me.

She closed he eyes as she breathed in and out slowly. "Hey! I can't believe I forgot to show you this", Anna's loud voice was heard again and Kaylee opened her eyes to look at it. "Wow, it's pretty", Kaylee said when she saw it. It was a pink butterfly with a blue design on it. It was the size of a key holder and it had the circular iron thing stuck to it so Kaylee did not have to guess what it was but she liked it already. No girl can resist that, it was really pretty.

He said dryly. There was another nudge, this time to his calf. He looked down and saw written on the edge of Omar's notebook. The shorter fibers are called dendrons or dendrites. Jules relayed that message to Mr. Alston quickly but his glare didn't ease up. Mr. Alston opened his mouth to say something but then as if deciding against he shook his head and sighed. Not worth it. "Take your seat, Julian and try to actually pay attention. Yeah?"

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

“Hey, I am just doing what I’m asked. It will get me out here alive.” She takes another puff and blows it in my face making me cough. There is the familiarity in the smell and taste of the little particles of smoke that make their way to my oral cavity, provoking those tiny little sneezes which call for Dustin’s attention. His black eyes sparkle against the now turned-on park lights as they stare into mine, reminding me of fireflies and awakening the tiny little beast I’ve discovered just today because of him. His right shoulder is leaning down a bit as he watches me, wondering what the hell he’ll do with me, what the hell he’ll do with all of us.