Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

He smiled at me, but his eyes were icy. "You're just as cheap as your mother. "But then again, what good could come from someone with no morals?" He shoved me away, smashing the crystal ornament from the side table against me. Glass shards scattered across the hardwood floor. I stumbled weakly, crashing hard into the mahogany coffee table behind me. He stepped on my fingers, looking at me with disgust. "Don't think having a child means redemption, that you can leave me. "Naomi, no one will ever love you in this life."

" Her words stung, leaving me feeling utterly humiliated. I was about to defend myself when Rose dialed a number. With a taunting smile aimed at me, she cried out in feigned terror. "Charles, you have to come save me! Jennifer's gone crazy—she's threatening to take us both out…" With that, she cut the call short. Before I could even process what was happening, the car swerved violently and slammed into a low wall by the roadside. The impact flung me forward, my forehead slamming into the seat ahead, and blood poured out, darkening my vision. Rose was a mess too, her hair wild, a streak of blood running down her face.

I’d heard there were places where you could rent the tapes for a lot less than what they cost to buy, but it hadn’t changed my mind. I started towards the doorway with the curtain but stopped short by the tapes next to it. This section was at least twice the size of all the others. The covers of these boxes were all screams and knives. Bloody chainsaws and heaving breasts. The sign resting here was carefully drawn in black gothic type letters, each dripping red: “Horror.” Hanging by a piece of tape off every other shelf were letter-sized flyers exactly like the ones that man was putting on windshields out at the Farm and Fleet. I peeled one off to get a closer look.

It was a terrifyingly familiar sensation. My throat started to itch. No. My fingers trembled around the bottle as panic surged through me. A familiar tightness wrapped around my chest, squeezing harder with every second. I tried to take another breath. Nothing. The bottle slipped from my hand and shattered against the ground. "Help..." The word barely escaped my swollen throat before darkness swallowed me whole. Arden's POV That woman certainly knows exactly how to push my buttons. The fact that she still had the nerve to stand there talking to Martin was driving me insane, and I knew it.

"Let her find out if she wants. If it comes to that, I'll take the fall. At least I've saved enough to ensure she'll live a rich life." His tone was disturbingly calm, as if discussing the forecast. "Cameron, I just don't get you. Whatever—there's no reasoning with you…" Their voices faded. Footsteps approached—the sharp click of leather shoes against tile. Panicked, I turned to leave—but my skirt snagged on the shelf. The scalding coffee in my hand sloshed over my white dress, seeping through the fabric and burning my skin. The pain was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the raw, jagged hole splitting open in my chest.

The trees zoomed past her eyes in flashes. Her bare feet battered against the wet earth, splashing mud all around her, staining her white nightgown. She heard it grunting. She made a stupid move and looked behind her. That was when she dashed into a branch, and it sent her falling into the mud. She whimpered, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her vision was weird. It was almost like she was looking through the eyes of an animal. Everything was in black and white. She must have been dreaming, she thought. The footsteps got closer.

Hands lunged for my throat from all sides as I desperately tried to pull out the meteor hammer from my inventory, only to find it missing. "Looking for this?" Silvia held up my meteor hammer from behind. "That level-six item of yours is pretty impressive. If it were just Derrick, he wouldn't stand a chance. "You're not a player, are you? You don't even know the most basic rule. Cursed items don't work on players. They only affect the entities in the dungeon. Players can only harm each other using modern weapons." It all clicked at once as I realized she had already teamed up with Derrick, and when the meteor hammer struck him earlier, Silvia must have used her Hypnotic Eyes on me, which mean

An even stronger blast of freezing air billowed out, and after the thick frost cleared, she finally had a clear look at the horrific scene inside. A distorted, manic scream tore from the depths of her throat. "Ah!" Floating in the air, I quietly sighed. "You finally found me, Mom. But what a shame that it's too late."

The one used in creating the zombies. He shone his eyes in terror immediately. "An X-blood is here. Master must hear of this!" He picked the maggot and a smile curled around his lips.

The priest stood on the top step reading from a black leather-bound book. From other articles I read on my laptop, vampires cannot stand anything holy which means the Storms should be writhing in pain and begging the priest to stop his ministrations but none of that happened. “From dust, we come and unto dust shall we return. It was Tessa’s time. We mourn her death but we hope to join her someday in our heavenly Father’s breast.” His assistant started a new hymn which the people echoed. I looked back to satisfy my curiosity and there was Silver singing passionately. Surely a vampire would not endanger herself by singing holy hymns?