Dust Sans X Reader Novels & Stories

he muttered and soon the sound of his receding footsteps was all I could hear before the room was plunged into silence. Great, he just had to remind me of the absence of Dash—my lycan. The haughty bastard decided now was the best to fall into one of his deep sleeps. “I can hear you asshole” his annoying voice filled my head, “Good to know you’re still alive” I replied “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes before tuning me out. I picked up my phone, scrolling through the details and pictures Xenos sent, committing every single one of it to memory. A smile tugged at my lips, as I went through the details, a particular picture caught my eyes.

I was halfway to the exit, clinging to Xves like the world hadn’t just almost ended on top of me. We burst into the corridor, the cold air slapping my skin like a wake-up call. I inhaled deeply — too deeply — and coughed. My lungs burned with dust and panic. “Slow down,” Xves said, turning me gently to face him. The light from the hallway fell across his face, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. His jaw was tight, eyes sharp and glinting with something between anger and concern. There was a small cut above his brow, fresh blood tracing a thin red line down to his temple. I hadn’t noticed it before.

“Then we’ll go see it tomorrow. If you don’t like it, we’ll keep looking.” “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?” “I try.” We kissed softly, the kind of kiss that didn’t need fireworks. Just warmth. But just as the movie was winding down, Xander’s phone buzzed. He frowned, reaching for it. “It’s from an unknown number.” He read the message, and the muscles in his jaw tightened. “What is it?” I asked, sitting up straighter. He showed me the screen. "You thought this was over? The past doesn’t stay buried forever. See you soon. - D"

Chapter 19:- The Aftermath AMARA The weight of the night pressed down on me, thick and suffocating, as I sat in the car. My fingers clutched the leather seat, but the hum of the engine was nothing more than background noise to the chaos in my mind. The silence between Xander and me was unbearable, thick with tension—an unspoken understanding that made the air feel charged. Darius was dead. My plan, my carefully laid plans for power, were in ruins. And I felt myself sinking deeper into a hole that I wasn’t sure I could escape.

The burn seared their throats, eliciting a mutual hiss of satisfaction. Xavier lit a cigar, the scent of tobacco filling the room as he leaned against the very desk where he'd just claimed Sky. His arms crossed, his gaze was sharp, but there was a faint smirk playing on his lips. Dante took a long sip from his glass, eyeing his friend. "So, who was the lucky lady you were banging in here?" Xavier arched a brow, his expression unyielding. "Anyone I fuck is none of your business, Dante."

Brandon suddenly opened the door at the same moment. He smashed a wine glass onto the floor. The glass shards cut my cheek, and blood immediately oozed out. “Aspen, you’re finally going to marry me. Aren’t you happy now?” he glared at me as he said coldly. “Don’t worry, even if we get married, I will not touch you. That seven-year relationship was nothing but a joke!” My knuckles turned white. I slowly removed the glass shards from my face.