Dust Novels & Stories

He turned to the pulsating glowing dust particles. He thought it was kind of silly having to let a magic fairy dust guide him to his mate. “Okay, magic fairyish dust thingy, lead the way!” Following the sparkling trail of dust, Denzel found himself standing in front of a house. The soft glow emanating from the particles intensified, illuminating the path to the doorstep. Denzel exchanged a puzzled glance with the glowing dust. "This is it, huh?" The particles, now swirling with vibrant energy, seemed to dance with excitement before su

"Those are specks of collected and restored snow in a small magical vial. The flakes only fall during the lunar eclipse. They're rare... and limited. For decades the lunar eclipse and the -rain of snow dust." "The blacks are allergic to snow dust; it's like wolfsbane to werewolves and silver to bloodsuckers. Snow dust is the weakness of dark sorcerers; a single speck of dust can kill one black," Sir Ferns said. He returned its gaze to the number nine.

15 Trix jolted awake, furiously glancing around with wide eyes. She had returned to her bedroom. Everything as far as she could tell was back in place. Her laptop sat open, a few inches away from her. Remnants of the white powder sprinkled over it. Its screen was dark.

face, faintly visible in the light dust, peaceful as if in deep sleep, yet with an eternal sense of extinction. His Jovia was right before his eyes, slowly turning into... LIGHT DUST.

*Dust* I guide River back to his room, his arm slung around my shoulder, each step a reminder of how fragile he is right now. I can feel his warmth against me, but it’s mixed with the chill of the reality we’re facing. The words echo in my mind ‘death to the princess.’ I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all some horrible mistake. Surely, they meant someone else. I’m just Dust, an ordinary girl caught in this extraordinary mess.

Now as I was staring at the scene of a mass of epileptics sprawled on the cold hard floor outside my bedchambers, I realized it brought me big troubles. Slumber dust, as the name suggests is a shimmery magical powder that puts one to a cataleptic kind of sleep for a certain period of time. It has a silky texture to it and no matter the temperature of the day, the powder is cool to the touch, as if it is set apart from the very environment. Slumber dust is a very rare kind of magical item and I was not even aware of its existence until today before Lord Gilbert brought me a sachet of it. He, like an over-protective anxious mother

I want to remember everything, not in a pouring rain, but in this dark scenery. "I'm sorry for the dream you've lost .." my voice growled. He looked up, I could see the resentment there. I shook my head and slowly wiped away my own tears. "I'm sorry." I whispered in pain and agony.

“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.

Morning light leaked through the high warehouse windows in thin dusty beams that caught the motes floating in the air above the mattresses. Every time one of them shifted, the motes scattered and resettled, patient and unhurried, indifferent to everything that had happened in this room over the past week. Indifferent to the city outside and the twelve names and the consent update and the collective and all of it. Just dust in light, doing what dust in light does.

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.