Dust Novels & Stories

The whiteness of ice cream melted in the chocolate of dirt besides the couple in love. By the morning tomorrow, ants would gather around it to hear the story of vanilla never eaten, of how in dirt or not, it had fulfilled the purpose of its buyers, that it was afterall, not wasted.

There was no furniture in it and all the walls were painted white, including the door that couldn't be opened from the inside as it didn't even have a handle. What the actual fuck?

He puts his front paws on my thighs as I scratch his ears. "His claws," Death says slipping his hands under my arms and pulling me up I look at my thighs and see his claws pierced through my jeans and into my skin where blood was spilling. My thighs heal within seconds and I look at Death who looks surprised "We have things to do tomorrow, so your friend has to go home soon," he tells me I nod and Mika and I go inside his room. Cerberus lays his head on my lap and Mika and I talk about things.

Her stare is blank, her pupils huge. He turned to us, his hand reaching into his front pocket. His hand shoots out, throwing gold dust into the air aimed directly at us. Collectively, the local werecats recoil like a vampire in the sun. Chaos reigns momentarily as we all dodge the dust. The customers look appalled at the particles of gold that could end any of our lives. Thankfully, gold has weight so it doesn’t linger in the air, within seconds the dust settles to the floor. We jump as the door slams shut. The female is still standing there, nodding and smiling, absolutely no clue that her

Noah held out his hand to help his father up. Dustin crashed with the pile of rubble before it crushed him underneath. The dust made it hard to see Dustin. The world went serene for a moment except for Ophelia’s loud heartbeats. She thought it ended, that he was lying in the end. He is just a human who died under the rubble. She didn’t get to celebrate for long when she heard the rustling from his direction. Dustin was a silhouette behind the dust. Ophelia swore she saw him smirk.

He slowly bent down to the dust as he felt it with his finger. This was not something belonging to the humans. He could recognize this as Saturn dust. When he was young, he had come across a Saturn beast which was in the slight form of a large lizard. This beast was glowing blue in colour and produced blue dust as it passed. Although this beast seemed fearful, it was actually a weakling who only had dust power of covering the air temporarily.

I frowned—I know that dust. "Is that a pixie dust?" Elliot paused, giving me a sidelong glance before smirking. "Oh? You recognize it?" He tossed a small pinch of the shimmering dust into the bowl, and the mixture reacted instantly, glowing faintly before settling. "Not bad, Mikhail. You’ve got sharp eyes."

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.

These are concentrated power. I add a bottle of Forget-Me-Not dust to the pouch with my makeup, hairbrush, hairspray, and descenting spray. The dust has multiple uses: it can make someone forget they saw me, make the ground forget I walked through it, or make the air forget my scent. It’s all in how you use it. Chris steps up and hands me a pack of poison tablets between two fingers. “Why the hell are you taking poison with you? I thought this was supposed to be a peaceful mission. Don’t you want them on our side?”

Beads of perspiration dotted the surface of the human's sallow, gray skin, his clothing hung in damp, untidy folds, and the chair, which had been designed to accommodate the needs of sixty three percent of known bipedal sentients, made him restless. "Yes". Vaano said smoothly, "I understand your need for additional income. Dream dust is rather very expensive... or so I am told. Who knows? If the information is even half as good as you claim it is, a bonus might be in order. So give, what little gem have you mined for my benefit?"