Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

as it made yet another lethal hole deep into the wooden stage many of which symbolized the stage, filling the atmosphere with wood dust and smoke. “Guess what?” The Inhumane expected as the wood dust and smoke was lifted. “Huh?” The bounty collector raised an eyebrow as his eyes rolled up, his wet red hair covering his face all sways around reflecting a white glowing figure in the air, one could see the visible sweat trickling out from his fat-half naked body while holding his hammer, stuck in the wooden ground.

I don't want to but it seems like no board to me. It was like I’m being haunted by these endless nightmares, and I can’t count how many times it visits me. But there's always someone who's bugging me. Those paired of eyes that it resembles, Alforo. I just don’t know where. And it made me so stiff when another day he's around. I was very nervous. It was as if I was burning as I glanced at him. I glanced at Klaud and suddenly the image of a wild shadow following me on my dreams vanished, somehow I felt safe even the pain were stirring on me.

My nerves pick up a cold sensation running through my body over the heat when a new person-Dustin-wraps a wet blanket around me. I’m literally burning in hell, a hell a signed up for. You never know the shit you get yourself into until at the climax of it all. Through my silent screams, I realise how at this very point there’s no going back. I played with the dust, now my lungs are as fragile as a raw egg. “Ria! Ria, stay with me,” Devlin’s voice becomes more lucid. “You need to go back and stop him, brother,” says Dustin, panic trailing in his voice.

Raya was suddenly silent, and I felt my body trying to shift back to my human form. I did not understand it until I noticed some particles in the air. Silver dust. Almost unnoticeable. "Silver dust. A terrible weakness to have, Selene," One of the Lycans said to me, and I moved back. I tried to link Christopher but could not reach him. I held my breath and stepped back while fighting my shift back to my human form. I could not hold it for long, so I let go and continued to breathe the poison. I looked in Christopher's direction, and it was clear he had noticed it too. These things came prepared. There was also no game in sight, so I realised that Omicron Carl, that set the picnic and told us

He feared there was a similar look in Hades's eyes as well. "I have no fear of monsters." Doll spoke in his most sultry voice, quelling his dear one's fear and enticing his Innehavre to action. "Give me all of you. I want it. I want your worst." And it was absolutely true. But then Doll was falling away, the sand taking him away. No, not the sand. The other thing. The nameless no-fur.

Particles of ash lifted and formed a gray cloud, blinding him momentarily, clogging his throat and nasal passages. Shaking his head, he sought to clear his senses, but while the dust drifted away, drawn back to the pile, he couldn't shake loose the foreboding sense he'd done something monumentally stupid. And gross. I just snorted a dead werewolf vampire. Hopefully it wouldn't act like cocaine and render him crazier than he already was. Alas, a drug-induced haze didn't ensue, nor did he suddenly start seeing butterflies or rainbows. He did have an urge to sneeze again, though, but he held it in as someone approached.

Her fear and her courage and her exhaustion, all mixed together. And I feel something else. The dust. Every grain of it. I feel it like ants crawling on my skin. I feel its hunger. Its wrongness. Its desperate need to spread, to consume, to turn everything living into more of itself. "Burn," I whisper. The silver light answers. It pours from my hand—not bright and blinding like Lyra's wave, but focused. Precise. A thin line of moonfire that touches the black dust and turns it to nothing. Ash upon ash. Emptiness upon emptiness.

I text and wait for his reply, but his reply comes fast. "Hey, beautiful, what can I do for you?" He replies, and I roll my eyes. “I need you to get me some stardust before next Saturday.” I reply. Stardust is a powder that can harm vampires, but when a werewolf consumes it, it just makes them high and hallucinate, which would work perfectly for my plan. My phone beeps, and I smile. “That can be arranged, but what would I get in return?" He replies. “What do you want in return?" I ask.

His act made my skin crawl, and I shook him off immediately. The next second, his entire body tilted backwards dramatically, crashing towards the unclosed door and falling to the ground, right in front of the colleagues outside. Naturally, everyone was shocked. Joanna instantly panicked. Completely disregarding her image, she dropped to her knees beside him and helped him up while glaring at me with reddened eyes. "Ethan, this isn’t over!"

Jaxon chuckled loudly, a mischievous glint flashing in his eyes. He loved how she could get possessive about little insignificant things. “Enjoy your little sex toys, Lexi.” He sent a mind link to her. Lexi just grinned drily. “Thank you for your care,” she rolled her eyes, then returned to Light’s lap. Mike noticed dark shadows moving slowly along the wall and the creepy art piece hanging on it. The painting showed tall, monstrous figures with bull-like horns, and wings made of swirling black smoke. Their disfigured faces twisted with pleasure. They were dressed in flowing red and their dark eyes were similar to the Blackwoods brothers.