Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

The last player who tried that was vaporized! 【Comment 4: My anxiety is through the roof. Send help.】 The wet wipe hissed the moment it touched his skin. I just figured it was some really stubborn dirt. "Jeez, this is really stuck on there," I said, scrubbing harder. "What is this stuff? Cement?" The revenant was completely stunned. I’ll call him Pops. For decades, he had only known one reaction. Fear. Then screams. Then ashes. But this woman… was wiping his face.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of rumbling was unceasing, the entire Nightmare Free Zone seemed to be trembling, smoke and dust rose up in all directions, almost covering the moonlight in the sky, only to see Xiao Dust's eyes reddened, and at this moment, his body was no longer glowing with golden light, but was instead entangled with strands of crimson colored bizarre fogs, and these were the sights that were rendered by the grievances. "Uhhh!" The veins on Xiao Chuan's face rippled as he pressed Dream Nightmareless to the ground in a burst of fierce attack, at this moment, there was no need for any moves, much less any arts, just such a force of resentment would suffice!

The dust goddess gave me vision. Throw it in the beast's face. Explosion of light. Brighter than a baby. Brighter than stars. The beast screams. Staggers back. Shadow flesh starts dissolving. "What did you do?" "Gave you light. More than you can handle." "No!" But it's too late. Moon dust is pure goddess magic. Too much for the shadow beast to absorb. It starts falling apart. Breaking into pieces. But it doesn't die. It just gets smaller. Weaker.

I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me. "Aaaaaa!" I screamed loudly as her hair touched my thigh. "Don't Hamdan, let go. Let him go!" I screamed louder when Hamdan put it on my thigh. I looked into his eyes glaring at me. I suddenly felt dizzy. Honestly, I can not meet this one creature. It would be better if I met the top class mafias than having to see this thing. I'm still traumatized when I watch Chucky's latest horror film series which was released last month. If you don't know, just try looking for a horror doll movie with that title. Enough, I can't do anything. “Ahahahahahaha, I'm so scared Evan. You bastard.”

I catch my mom shaking her head after us, in no way stopping us or helping us get out, as we drop smelly dust clouds with every movement. My stupid ass self climbing that mountain to find my sister and ending up falling beside her. Thankfully, her soft body broke my fall on a ledge not far from the opening where she was trying to climb out. Or else I would have been broken, mangled, AND wearing dead vamp dust. Ewww. “Maybe think about that the next time you have an urge to jump into a bottomless hole where we massacred hundreds of them. Imagine what’s in that dust…. given they lived on the blood of rodents and whatever dead animals they could find. Can't be good for your skin at all.”

His eyes, once burning with cold confidence, widen in terror, and then turn dull as his scream echoes through the void around us. He curses, spitting the names of those long dead, of those still living, of those I don’t recognize. Words laced with venom and finality. “I’ll see you in —” Then he’s gone. Just like that. The last of him tears apart into dust, caught by that strange breeze that whirls around us in lazy spirals. Even the blood left on my claw dries in an instant, cracking like old paint before disintegrating into fine, weightless particles.

The battle continues, neither beast willing to surrender, their hatred palpable in the air. As we reach the corridor, our steps falter. *BOOM!* The ceiling above explodes. Debris rains down—plaster, wood, insulation—a cascade of destruction that forces us to shield our faces. Dust clouds the air, turning the hallway into a hazy nightmare. The smell of broken wood and disturbed dust fills my nostrils, making it hard to breathe. We stumble back, shielding our heads with our arms, coughing as the dust invades our lungs. "Stay together!" Mom shouts over the chaos, reaching blindly for us through the cloud of debris.

' Lisa gave an exasperated reply. Lisa clicked the message open and a video began to play. She muted her music, but it didn't seem like there was any sound. The camera was pointed at a gray dusty floor. It started to rise and Lisa's heart jumped at what she saw. There was a person, a woman. Her head was hanging, and her hands were secured to a beam in the ceiling. Lisa didn't like horror films, life was scary enough. She was about to exit, unsure why her mom would send her this footage when another figure came into the frame. Lisa had to cover her mouth or else risk screaming. It was Dorcas.

Flora had a faint pulse so I carried up to one of the spare bedrooms where Maya could attend to her. “What the hell happened to her?” Maya shrieked when she saw the bruised and battered Elora in my arms. “I don't know what's got into him, he almost killed her. Maya we have to get her away from him. He's going to send this whole pack down if he kills her.” It scared me to think that my own father could kill a she-wolf. He had walked off like it were no big deal. The walls and floors were splattered with blood. It was like a blood bath. I had ordered some of the omega girls to clear it up.

Bone shattered; dust rained. I exhaled. But it was only a taste. I pressed deeper. Each echo of pain grew louder. A memory flared: Lycan Xander—eyes desperate under the moon. His claws extended, not with hatred, but broken love. “Reya…” he’d whispered before I struck. My chest hurt. I shook it off. But his voice followed me. I reached a plateau—gray stone scattered like wreckage. In the distance, the sky trembled. I could almost feel Dante’s presence—alive, dangerous.