Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

All the leaves were bleeding profusely and following the direction of the slurring lines of blood, it rained on some pale skulls littering around the spooky ground. The creepy skulls gave me goosebumps and when I heard a thunderstorm struck against my roof, I almost jumped out of my skin as I visualized myself standing there in the forest. Yes The air was stuffy, making it difficult for me to breathe. The trees were staring at me like silent sentries. My heart was throbbing in my ears and in an attempt to get rid of the terror, I bit my lower lips till I felt the metallic taste of blood in my mouth which brought me back to life. Jeez this is why I don't watch horror movies, I mean if I could

I say taking a sip of my water His surprise showed on his face, "No?" He asks "Death!" I shouted for my mate In the snap of a finger, he was standing beside me, "Mhm?" He looks at me "Can you like get your friend away from me please, this is harassment," I sigh taking another sip of my water "Ares," Death addresses the guy tiredly "How did she do that?" He asks Death "Well she's a Goddess and she already found her mate, so your magic doesn't work on her," Death tells him

I nodded and was about to turn to Jasper when I heard the sound—the soft hiss of a login. “What?" Sonny asked. The lights in the stall immediately began to flicker, and a shadow leaped past one of the aisles. “A monster," I replied. Mologons hunted in packs; where there was one, you could expect thirty more. “To the truck!!" I ordered and turned back to see the others just staring at me. “To the truck!" I yelled once again. And then… A hand tore through Dusty's chest from behind, and blood splattered out of his mouth. He looked down at his chest and looked up at me in shock.

The red-clad female ghost had once slaughtered an entire room of players in three seconds, then hung their corpses upside down from tree branches with red silk, creating a forest of dangling bodies. The Scissorhands monster had skewered more than a dozen people together, stirring their organs with his blades until they dissolved into a pile of flesh. As for the warden, he locked each team inside separate rooms and released over a dozen ghosts among them, forcing them to betray one another in desperate attempts to survive. In the end, every single one of the players was torn to pieces. All the players knew was that the bosses' methods were monstrously cruel. What they didn't know was that tho

A unicorn stood there, horn still dripping fresh blood, and gave each of us a card. Then she spoke. "Have you seen my mate?" I froze. No clue who she meant. I stayed quiet. Her eyes flared red. Then she snapped. "Why? Why haven't you come yet? I've waited so long!" She charged. That horn? Basically a blade. Aimed straight for my chest. Right before impact, a flash of silver tore through the air. When I blinked, her horn was gone—clean cut. The silver cross Darkblood Count gave me was floating midair, cloaked in black mist like it had a mind of its own.

Dustine kicked the black vampire’s sensitive part that made him groan in pain that made him lose grip on Dawn, he immediately pulled Dawn and hid her in his back but she ran and went back inside the car while her tears were streaming. “Haven't you ever touched my girl!!” Dustine shouted angrily before flying and gave him a stomach kick. While he is lying on the ground, Dustine repeatedly punches his face before grabbing the silver dagger on the man’s grip and stabs it right in his chest then he turns into ashes and fades away. It was such a blessing that no humans are currently in that place because if there is surely they will scream and be scared.

Grey. I hadn't slept more than three hours the night before. And when I did, the dreams clawed at me like they were trying to rip something out of my chest. The same scene. The same breathless panic. The same cold silence at the end that always felt louder than any scream. I was sweating by the time I woke up, tangled in sheets, gasping like I'd been drowning in my own mind. I didn’t bother changing out of the hoodie I slept in. It still smelled faintly of smoke. Or maybe that was just in my head too.

She reached for a book with a red cover; a book that could show a map of the world. “Here—” Winter pointed to an area, “—the Forest of Death is located, in a Balkan city. You can only come at night. Find the golden foxglove and that's where all the cursed souls are.” “Foxglove?” asked Helena in surprise. She had never heard of this. “Gosh, you don't know? All the cursed souls would be trapped in the Forest of Death, but no one would be able to see those souls except… Selena herself.”

It was a crisp, high-quality sheet, but the paper itself wasn’t the problem. The problem was the dust. A fine, glittering powder coated the paper’s edges, shimmering faintly in the room’s harsh overhead light. It was silver dust, trace amounts, a deliberate, calculated warning that assaulted my newly sensitive nose. The metallic poison was subtle enough not to burn me, but powerful enough to send a clear message: I know what you are, and I was here. I picked up the note, the fine powder instantly staining my fingers. The paper felt heavy and personal. The terror, which had been tamed by Damian's Alpha control, suddenly clawed its way back, pure and focused on Alex.

Sniffling, I whispered, “I'm going to check on Derek, okay?” Claire nodded, understanding I just needed time and space right now. “I'll see you in the morning,” I promised and moved into my room to figure out the mystery surrounding this young boy. - “Last night on Thursday October fifteenth, there was a homicide at Corneldo High school. The Janitor named Steve O'Hara was found stabbed outside the Janitorial closet. There appears to have been nobody else in the building at the time. The authorities have some suspicions on what happened, but none of it can—”