Dust Rwby Novels & Stories

Dust itched and dried Arth’s throat as he coughed it out of his mouth. As the blurry sight of the dark smoke rising towards the skies grew clearer, he lifted himself from the ground. The intense heat of the enormous flames ahead caused burning pain in his skin, making him wince. Ruby … where is she? Arth looked around where light dust surrounded him. A faint figure of the woman caught his eyes.

The wind in the Dust-Well didn't howl; it hissed. It was a dry, synthetic sound, like white noise played through a broken speaker. I stood in the center of the camp, my boots hovering a fraction of an inch above the red sand. I could see the grains of dust through the palm of my hand. I was a watercolor painting left out in the rain, my edges blurring, my colors bleeding into the gray nothingness of the horizon. "Kaima, don't move. Just... stay still," Rowan pleaded.

The witches were gone, leaving nothing behind but charred patterns on the scorched earth. When the dust finally settled, the clearing was a graveyard of ash and smoke. Rhea stood in the center, her clothes in tatters, her skin glowing with a faint, dying silver light. She looked down at her hands, which were stained with the grey dust of the women she had just annihilated. POV: Ash Ryder Ash walked through the wreckage, his heart feeling like it had been shredded by a thousand silver blades. The smell of ozone and death was suffocating. He found Micah first, the boy miraculously alive but catatonic, staring at the space where the willow tree had been.

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Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

A gentle breeze silenced any cloud dreaming of rain. The clean scent of wisteria, Hyacinth, freshly mowed lawn and the cool night breeze calmed Becca's senses. She closed her laptop where she'd been helping her sleeping best friend, Lysandra Hawkins, with her poems. Two years living with Liz was as fun as it got. Their two bedroom apartment was located at the middle of oakfalls. It offered night long parties, bars and restaurants which we both visited once in a while.

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.

As he read through the concept, he paused as he noticed it was very similar to something I had drafted in the past. I had been so excited to share the idea with him, but once Lina talked to him, he just forgot about it. Rubbing his brow at the thought, he put down the blueprint and looked up wearily at his assistant. "It's been weeks since Erin left. I can't reach her at all, and even this blueprint looks to me like her work now…" Watching him talk to himself and scowling, his assistant asked worriedly, "She would always come home in the past… Is it possible that she got hurt?"

SAFIA. Aljannan Daji had gathered an army, and some of them had already arrived in Rayuwa. The three Ruhus and I had to look for the most suitable battleground that would be farthest from the people but wide enough for battle. Ruhun Sama advised we fight in the air, but I was against it because there were going to be falls and the jinnis occupied human bodies. The falls could kill the body and injure or kill the people below. The ground was our best option.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.