Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

[Content warning: Mentions of death, blood, trauma, and disgusting elements] Danielle and the male lay awake silently beside her, shivering in terror. Emlyn gulped uneasily as he tried his best to calm down the raging fear in his mind. Luckily for them, for some reason, the monster was no longer facing them but opposite with its back filled with wriggling limbs before them. It was quite disturbing but much better than the maggot-covered, huge-sized face that had been facing them.

"Yeah, it appears this young beastkin took Happy Dust. It appears he took some or someone gave it to him by force." "What's Happy Dust?" Asked the first guard. "Something more dangerous than the Black Death." I dig something from my pouch and pull out a vile of pills I made to remove the Happy Dust from the body. "Zayn, open his mouth." Zayn went behind the young beastkin as he wrapped one arm around his body and another, pinching the cheek with an opening to the mouth. With magic, I pop a pill into the kid's mouth and have him swallow it.

his eyes shine with malice, while the man's eyes widen and a slight tremor invades his body, he looks at me with terror imprinted on his expression but I don't even flinch. Slowly he brings the scalpel closer to his arm while the man watches with fear as the edge of it rests on his skin, immediately a trickle of blood comes out, Claus smiles. “oh look, it has a color… and just one that I like… this will be fun honey, don't worry…” and with a jerk he makes a deep cut in the arm causing a cry of pain in the man… “then Mr. Hotchner who paid for work?...” Claus asks, once again approaching the table and taking a syringe with a glass vial, he reads the label and smiles, he fills it completely and

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.”

"Marrow! Rhea! Clear the debris! We have less than three minutes before the river comes through the roof!" The escape was a desperate, vertical scramble. The pack moved like a single, multi-limbed organism. Lucien and Silas used their augmented strength to heave fallen girders out of the path, while Selene and Virex acted as scouts, navigating the shifting geometry of the crumbling corridors. The air was thick with "Aetheric Dust" - pulverized crystal that glittered like diamonds in the dark. It was beautiful and lethal; every breath felt like inhaling liquid glass. Evangeline pressed her face into Xander’s shoulder, her lungs burning, her mind still reeling from the "True Sight" of a world

Dust particles danced in the stagnant air, adding to the sense of foreboding that hung heavy in the atmosphere. My gaze fell upon a long table, covered with a tattered cloth. Curiosity mingled with fear as I hesitantly approached it. As I pulled back the worn fabric, a chilling sight unveiled before me. The surface of the table was littered with an assortment of macabre tools. Rusty knives, saws, and other instruments of torment glinted ominously under the feeble light.

​Chapter 27: The Scythe’s Awakening ​The lighthouse shook as the second helicopter erupted in a ball of flame. The Duke was a silhouette of carnage against the orange sky, his shadows tearing through Silas’s men with a cold, mechanical cruelty. But every time he struck, I felt it. The bond wasn't just a tether anymore; it was a conduit. I could feel his rage, his bloodlust, and the way he was losing himself to the ancient monster inside.

Seren. Even if only in his mind, she was watching. And so, he stood. At the battle’s zenith, the Dustborn unleashed their final horror. A colossus, taller than towers, cobbled from the ribcages of dead saints and the sinew of forgotten beasts. Its body was stitched in runes too old to be read, its face a blank scrawl of weeping mouths. It moved not like a thing alive, but like justice seeking to unmake. It crushed half the western flank in a single sweep, bones shattering like kindling.

He just couldn't see it! "Since you believe in her so much, let's just get a divorce!" I bellowed. "The papers are on your desk—just sign them and get it over with!" Seeing that I was about to turn and leave, he rushed up to grab me before he knew it, but he wasn't controlling his own strength and ended up tearing open my suitcase. Everything inside fell out… but it was just a couple of worn clothes, academic certificates, and a black urn. Luca froze seeing all of that and dropped to a crouch, staring at the black urn. "What's this?"

The air smelled of dust, mustiness, and something metallic—the stench of blood from some past disaster. The driver sat briefly in the chair, allowing exhaustion to weigh down his limbs. His chest heaved; his bloodied face gleamed in the dim light. His ears caught the faintest creak outside—the newsworthy sound of approaching footsteps. Stiff, he crept toward the door, peering through the narrow crack. The shadows moved with purpose—the workers, thirty strong, silent but ominous, creeping ever closer to the house.