Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

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?

I can’t move, can’t scream I’m frozen in terror of the thought of living alone like Ash. That’s when I hear a car pull up. I don’t want to see who it is but I dread I know. It’s Zac; he’s just got home from college to find a house of ash and fire. He comes running over to me, while I’m screaming “Zac go back to the car.” “Get back in the car.” Desperately I scream “Go Zac, leave, now.” I yell but it’s useless, he obviously can’t hear the frantic desperation in my voice. I start to run towards him but I’m too late, the monster gets their three steps before I do. It lifts him off the ground

From the depths of the portal, nightmarish creatures began to emerge—twisted forms of beasts that seemed to be born from the darkest nightmares. “Behold!” Drax’s voice boomed, resonating with a sinister glee. “You think you can stand against me? I will unleash a horde that will drown you in despair!” Xienma’s heart sank as she took in the grotesque figures that crawled forth—monsters with jagged teeth, eyes that glimmered like shards of broken glass, and bodies that seemed to distort and shift. The very essence of fear radiated from them, and she felt the weight of dread settle over her like a heavy cloak.

"What the hell is this?" Alex felt a kind of creepiness and was shivering. This feeling was so bad that he felt hysterical fear from the heart. He saw a black shadow engulfing Dorothy, too, a human-shaped black shell. He hurriedly grabbed out his Xavion sword, intending to split it open. Just as he raised his sword and was about to do it, he suddenly had a powerful feeling of chills down his spine. He turned around violently, and the next second immediately his soul was scared out of him. Behind him actually appeared hundreds of pairs of eyes with a fierce, green light.

One of his enforcers was down—ripped apart by a Dread Stalker before the spell Ava cast earlier sealed off the fear trail. We advanced, one step at a time, through the open files and towards the main gate of the forge which was open. I could see the inside now—high, black, smoking from whatever they were making and the shadow creatures. A second blast shook the air, louder than the first. Then came the came a scream A howl so loud, it didn’t just touch your ear it rattled your bones. Every wolf paused. Even the enemy. Then it dropped from the sky. The Howling Horror creature.

Silverbell's bellow actually gave Maron pause, but he wheeled on Frank again. "It was during the last blow—Frank released some sort of powder out of his sleeve. I thought I was seeing things, but it's real!" "I saw it too!" Elder Huxley bellowed and pulled Frank's sleeve, knocking off a pile of Passion Dust from Frank's sleeve. "What…" Frank was dumbfounded, as he clearly saw Elder Huxley sprinkle the powder on his sleeve right then.

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

It wasn't even smoke, but thick dust, swirling upward from the soil as if something beneath it had awakened. I coughed hard and I wasn’t the only one. The priest stumbled back, his eyes squinting through the haze. The roses started to droop with dirt, The Guests murmured and then they coughed too. Vincent stiffened. He covered his mouth, tried to mask his fear with control, but even he couldn’t ignore it. “What the hell is that?” he growled. I couldn’t answer as my lungs burned. The dust grew denser, more violent. It wasn’t natural And then— BOOM. There was a sudden, deafening blast that shattered the silence and confusion.

She pulled on her yellow dress, a gift Xander gave her the last time he visited her and left for town; remembering to take the packet of fine substance with her. "This..." a man said as he inspected the substance Diane showed him. "...is dust." the man said as he picked a speck of dust out of the fine substance, making Diane laugh nervously, a little annoyed that he needed to point out the fact that her house was dirty. She hadn't the time or energy to clean due to her bouts of nausea and light headedness which kept her in bed most days.

Dustin felt a chill of lust going down his spine, the darkness was cold on his skin, crawling like a parasite aching to be released. “Now, shall we continue where we left off?” Dustin said. Noah screamed something from behind but Ophelia failed to hear it. One gesture of Dustin’s injured arm, a wall formed out of nothing behind him, separating the two of them from Noah and the others. The wall seemd as if smoke found physical form, it blurred everything beyond it as it lengthed heavenwards. Noah slammed his fists on the wall, his expression showing his detest. “We are now alone,” Dustin said, moving closer. His steps were silent despite the rubble beneath his feet. The same lustful across hi