Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

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.

His fear and worry towards me and the sorrow, the never ending sorrow that can be seen in his eyes is heart breaking and heart warming at the same time. As Ash holds me the ground suddenly starts shaking, like an earthquake. The trees start loosing leaves and small branches start clattering to the ground. Ash looks around worriedly before he yanks me to my feet. He reaches down and grabs my bow off the road, were it had laid forgot. Handing it to me, he pushes my towards the house, further from Alex who I have yet to speak to. Worried I allow him to push me down the road to the edge of the street. The shaking has gotten even worse, and as the thundering noise of the feet hitting the bitumen

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.

The scorched smell was stronger here, tinged with something he knew but refused to name. The stench of death. He was a creature of the night. He knew that smell all too well. The horror nearly made him collapse, but he masked his fear with a rage hotter than any he’d felt before. "Damn it!" He kicked the wall. "What the hell is she playing at? Trying to scare us with this sick joke?" Only Damien remained relatively calm. He walked to the pile of ash, his eyes scanning the floor. The blood curse was shattered. Broken from the inside.

It was filled with finely ground silver, a potent weapon against vampires. The vampire, enraged by her failed attack, charged again. This time, Cassie stood her ground, waiting for the perfect moment. As the vampire got close, she blew a puff of the silver dust directly into its face. "FUCK!" The vampire hissed in pain and surprise, its eyes stinging and momentarily blinded. Cassie didn't hesitate. She delivered a sharp, powerful blow to it's throat, disorienting it further. Then, with a quick, practiced motion, she plunged Lorenzo's silver knife deep into its heart. The vampire’s body went limp, crumbling into dust and ash.

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.

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