Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

He was covered in a strange, shimmering black dust that looked like soot but moved like insects. "The southern watchtower," Jace gasped, collapsing to one knee. "It’s gone. Not destroyed, Elora. It’s just... gone. There’s nothing left but a hole in the world." Kaelen rushed forward, his hands already glowing with a soft green healing light. He tried to brush the black dust off Jace’s shoulder, but as his fingers touched it, he hissed in pain. The dust wasn't just dirt; it was a localized "Deprivation" even more absolute than my own.

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.

Too much and she could bring the whole hall down. Blair’s blade scraped across Celeste’s wrist, slicing through the delicate fabric of her sleeve. A shallow cut. Close. Too close. Wolves in the audience broke into shouts, some rushing to protect their king, others frozen by the sudden violence. Silas moved to join the fray, but a blast of white dust exploded at his feet. The moment it hit the marble, it hissed, charm dust, potent and precise. He stumbled back, coughing, his eyes watering.

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

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!"

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

"You think you're in a position to negotiate?" He sliced the top button off my blouse, his leer sickening. "Maybe we'll have some fun first. Or I could carve up this kid and toss him to the dogs." Their laughter grated like nails on a chalkboard. I curled up, terrified, until I caught Hannah stirring. Her eyes flicked to a fire axe propped in the corner. Taking the hint, I shrugged off my shirt to distract them. Mike pulled me close, his rancid breath grazing my neck. Just then, Hannah lunged. The axe arced through the air, burying into Mike's back with a sickening crunch.