Finding Dustil Novels & Stories

Was she okay? It was that exact moment that Dustin came out of the kitchen with a late lunch. He immediately froze. In slow motion, his entire body turned until he saw Dahlia. I was rooted in my spot while watching this unfold. It was clear what had just happened. Dustin was an amazing man. He was an Elite warrior, one of our pack’s best. He and I were close friends, which was why he gave me such shit at the bonfire about not being eighteen for a drink.

"My point is, you've been hiding this. From all of us. Why?" Dustan was quiet for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. "Because nobody wanted to know," he said simply. The silence stretched between us. And then Ruth stepped forward, her expression unreadable. "You're a good man, Dustan," she said quietly. "You always have been. And I'm sorry—" she swallowed, "—I'm sorry you felt like you had to hide this. Like you couldn't trust us." Dustan's jaw tightened. "I trust you, Ruth. You and Cassian both. But trust isn't the same as strategy."

Word soon reached the manor, and Luca stood in the security room, staring at footage of the ambush. He was silent as his eyes darted over the bullet marks and the car wrecks, while one of his men stood beside him, reporting the list of losses. Once his man finished, Luca promptly told everyone to find a mole—the ambush was so precise that someone knew their methods and routes. He naturally didn't notice Lina standing by the door, looking seriously worried.

"This new system you have proposed, it's amazing, It's groundbreaking, it would change the entire continent forever, but it will never work. The continent is too divided and we are all enemies at peace. It's you who's responsible for cross border trading picking back up. The Falling Stardust is the only guild with products in all provinces even the beastmen want what you're selling," Fitzroy voiced his support and reservations in one fell swoop tossing cold water on all the elder's enthusiasm.

I watched my classmates curious as well. "Did I think Tyler was the Club?" My cousin hissed. "I dont know, maybe she changed her mind." "Hmm. No, she never exposes herself especially to a lot of people." he added. I sneezed and he did not answer. I just watched him dance the prepared presentation. Some were watching her bored and blankly. And somehow my stomach churned when I saw how mad Tyler is, like there's a storm in his eyes as he darted it with Jiusel.

She approached Dryzza carefully, not wanting to disrupt her train of thought in the hallowed silence. Dryzza glanced up briefly before returning her gaze to the floor. "It’s odd," she muttered, crouching to run a finger over the surface. She examined the fine layer of dust—or rather, the absence of it—and rubbed her fingertips together as if the texture could speak. "This library has been untouched for decades. Dust should cover every inch of this floor, and yet this spot looks recently cleaned."