Dust X Blueberry Novels & Stories

“Even when she snaps at me, pushes me away, throws those glares like I’m a roach under her heel—I still smile, offer her a snack, and she takes it. Her pride won’t let her admit something’s wrong.” Rowena’s lips tightened, her nails tapping the edge of the table. “You better be right. We can’t afford mistakes now, not when we’re so close to phase two. If she drops too soon or in a way that raises flags—” “She won’t,” I cut her off, firm but quiet. “I’ve already started doubling the dose in the blueberry ones. She likes those the most. Says they remind her of her mother’s cooking.” I rolled my eyes at that, resisting the urge to gag.

“Come in.” She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes taking in the modern yet elegant decor of the office. It was a testament to Asher Kingsley’s refined taste—clean lines, luxurious materials, and an expansive view of New York’s skyline. Asher himself was seated behind a minimalist desk, engrossed in a stack of blueprints. His intense blue eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, the outside world seemed to vanish.

If she didn't know any better, she would have sworn that she was starting to get obsessed with him. Slowly, she nodded her head. "Yes, I am.” She answered. He was tall as she had just noticed, and he had golden brown hair, and blue eyes that looked like the ocean. Well, really, they weren’t interesting eyes but they were blue nonetheless. She wondered who he was and why he was talking to her. She wondered what she wanted and whether or not his intentions were good. He walked towards her with a small smile and he stretched his hand forward. "Hi, my name is Dilan. I'm in your Chemistry class.” He said.

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?"

“Is it the…?” Darrion pointed his index finger to the table and Jai followed his pointer. He could see a strange looking herb, like a coconut’s leaf but smaller, and the tip of it was blue and glowed in and out like a firefly. “Is that the—“ “Blue-tip Fern. It’s here,” Darrion smiled. Jai grinned in response and observed the table once more. “There are more than fifteen, what, bouquet over there. Do you think we’re going to use them all?”

It felt like a glitch in reality. "Blueberry was a complete unknown in the US," Marius continued, sensing he finally had her attention. "She returned to the country and was immediately given a massive push by Grayson Media. In less than a year, she’s become a household name. Don’t you find that suspicious?" Chloe didn't respond, her mind racing. "Xavier only acquired Grayson Media a year ago," Marius pressed on. "Right as Blueberry returned and joined the roster. I suspect the only reason Xavier even touched the entertainment industry was to pave a golden road for her."

When I come to, Zayne is lowering me into the backseat of his truck. “Zayne…” My body is wrapped up in a blanket. His fingers come up to my cheeks, “What part of your skin came in contact with the bane? I can’t see any lines” Hes so blurry, I can only see blue eyes with flakes of silver in them as he leans over me “Ate it” “You ate Wolfsbane?” I mood sluggishly. “Tricked me” “She was also holding this, it could have touched her skin at some point” another voice adds.

I knew she was here. It was now beyond her scent. I could feel it. I could taste it on my lips. Mine. I crushed the thought before it could fully form. Annie sat across the room with Balor, in the obvious and noticeable part of the pub. But that wasn’t Annie. She hated being the center of attention. There was no way on earth Balor could know that. She was in a blue dress – the one I’d gotten for her on her last birthday. It slipped off one shoulder, her ginger curls falling down her back and framing her face. She looked like a wild flower. The only problem was that I didn’t think she knew that. Annie looked too young to be here, too beautiful to be let out.

Daisy, the server at the Coffee Shop, nicknamed the drink Canadian Shield Mud because of claims it was as thick as the spring mud. Eric also received permission to test the improved gear within the coffee shop. The things he recorded were impressive. Disembodied coughs, and the language they would need to edit in postproduction. The spirit had quite a dirty mouth on him. Daisy enjoyed filling Eric in on the things happening often in the coffee shop. From needing to screw the artwork to the walls so it won’t fly off the walls. To no one going alone into the basement or attic after dark. Seeing shadows moving through an empty shop.