Dust Novels & Stories

“Not rogues. Organized. They hit three of our outer holds in the last month. They’re using Moonstone dust.” Aria’s stomach dropped. “Dust?” “Ground shards,” Mara explained quietly. “Weaker, but easier to spread. It drives wolves mad faster. No one survives it.” Kael leaned forward. “Who’s supplying it?” Myra’s eyes flicked to Aria. “Someone who knows how you broke the last shard. Someone who wants to see if you can do it again.” Aria felt the mate bond flare with Kael’s anger. “Lyra’s cell?”

I said. I climbed down the ladder first, making sure the rusted metal could hold a man's weight. When my boots hit the solid stone floor at the bottom, my feral instincts instantly flared. This level of the foundation was completely different. The air down here was dead. It was freezing cold, and it felt incredibly thin in my lungs. Every breath I took required effort. The dark stone walls were coated in a thick, glittering layer of silver powder. It looked exactly like white winter frost, but I knew what it really was. I knew this dust from the dark, endless tunnels of the silver mines. It was a toxic, suffocating dust. If a ma

seduce her. Dark. I enter the room after the conversation with Claus, it is dark and I see Cristal lying on the bed half dressed, she seems to be sleeping, but as soon as I fully enter she turns to see me, she smiles shyly but I ignore her, she stirs uncomfortable and whispers “Are you angry with me?...” I don't answer, it's not about being just angry or not, one of my men just lost his life and it pisses me off.

Tatum’s POV Silence. Not the ordinary kind—the kind that lingers politely between casual conversations. No. This silence was heavy. Suffocating. It pressed against my chest, crawled under my skin, and settled deep in my bones like a living thing. Ten percent. Of the Voss Group.

it exclaimed as it placed a box on the floor, typed in some things on the device, making the box disappear. Then again…. Thank draxel, feels like it said Thank God. Wyren hunched over with a sigh of relief as it wagged its tail left and right with excitement. “Wait…... is this a humanoid Dog with a Cat’s face?” I wondered. It had red fur with blue stripes, its whiskers resembled a 90’s film Shaolin monk’s mustache. However, its eyes were rather human. A bizarre beauty, Oh Draxel! I have started again…. Let’s move on. Wyren finally took notice of me and asked

“Lunch is going to burn in five…four…three…” She looked at the timer that never went off and hurried over to the oven. I chuckled as I headed upstairs to my room and I heard her swear downstairs. The aroma of meat filled my nostrils as I placed my backpack on the floor by my desk and opened my laptop. I settled behind my desk and read through the comments on my F******k post. I’d posted the video while I waited for my dad at school. ‘Best comeback ever’, ‘How long are you suspended for buddy?’, ‘Jonesy is still red in the face’.

Inside the rectangle, words began to scroll in a language that felt like ice. **[SYSTEM ALERT: RESOURCE DRAIN DETECTED.]** **[INITIATING DEFRAGMENTATION OF 'DUST-WELL' SECTOR.]** "The defragmentation..." Harkan whispered, his eyes wide with terror. "He’s clearing the disk. He’s deleting the trash." At the far edge of the camp, the world began to vanish. It wasn't a fire or an explosion. The red sand simply turned into a gray grid, and the wolves standing on it disappeared without a sound. No screams. No blood. Just... gone.

When she finally broke through the dirt, heaving for breath, the cool mountain air seared her lungs as she coughed out dirt. Kira sat there for several long minutes, half in and half out of a grave, no one else in sight, the forest surrounding her impossible to see in the dark. “Fuck,” Kira coughed, tiredly shoving at the dirt covering her legs, trying to free them. She brushed dirty fingers against the tear in her neck, wincing at the sting. It was probably a mess of infection right now, but oh well. It would heal. Probably. Kira crawled out of her grave and lay down beside it, staring up at what she could see of the sky through the inky tree branches blotting out most of it.

He turned to Saoirse. "One crucial detail," Tristan said, his tone deadly serious. "Ash. You cannot use your fire inside those silos." Saoirse frowned. "Why not? A controlled burst—" "No," Tristan cut her off. "It’s a grain silo. The air inside is saturated with particulate matter. Grain dust is highly combustible. If you ignite even a single spark in an enclosed space with that much suspended dust, it will cause a thermobaric explosion that will level the entire facility and vaporize us instantly."

Below them, screaming erupted from the lower wards. It wasn't the rallying cry of an invading army or the clash of southern steel. It was a sound of sheer, unadulterated terror. The harmless, glittering silver dust that had rained down from the shattered shadow-core in the Sunken Reaches—the dust that had settled deep into the soil, the mountain springs, and the stone foundations of every stronghold across the continent—was glowing with a sickening, black-crimson light. Where the dust touched the earth, the stone was melting into pitch-black tar.