Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

Shock registers on Xander's features, quickly replaced by a maelstrom of emotions I can't even begin to untangle. Horror washes over me as I realize what I've done. "Xander, I-" But before I can apologize, a bone-chilling howl splits the air. We rush to the windows to see a sight that freezes the blood in my veins. The sky has turned an unnatural, swirling purple. Cracks appear in the very air, jagged lines of reality splitting apart to reveal glimpses of other worlds. And at the center of it all, a figure of shadow and flame rises, its laughter echoing across dimensions.

It wasn't even smoke, but thick dust, swirling upward from the soil as if something beneath it had awakened. I coughed hard and I wasn’t the only one. The priest stumbled back, his eyes squinting through the haze. The roses started to droop with dirt, The Guests murmured and then they coughed too. Vincent stiffened. He covered his mouth, tried to mask his fear with control, but even he couldn’t ignore it. “What the hell is that?” he growled. I couldn’t answer as my lungs burned. The dust grew denser, more violent. It wasn’t natural

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.

Alexander gushes in excitement. "Okay I will come." Rushes Amara. She wanted to get out of the devil's abode some way or the other. Nothing he speaks next goes inside Amara's head. "Alex I am feeling very frightened here. Everybody had gone out to watch a horror movie playing at a nearby theater and I am alone. Could you please come home instead of the driver to pick me?

Irma hissed. Power glimmered and glistened on the end of Irma's black hair. The wind rose whipping my dark blonde hair about my face. "I bind you to my flesh!" I shouted over the howling wind. "Wait! No!" Irma screeched. "You're a succubus! A lifetime will be ages!" She pulled her claws back, intending to take a swipe at me. I jumped back to avoid the slice. "Remi!" I shouted as I dropped down into a somersault.

It was full of dust and mold, Xasha could tell that it was a study, although the desk had long turned to sawdust and so had the bookshelves. The books were not safe from passaging time, and their pages had long been rotted into dust particles. Xasha saw a man lying in a corner, his bones were still intact and a full head of long black hair was strewn about all over the floor. Xasha came up to the man, “He must have been a Thorium Realm expert for his bones to survive this long.”

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

Book 1 The Shadow of the Haunter In the darkness of the night Waiting for the light to come When the demons in your mind Remind you of the damage done. Always talking, so much to say Like a haunting ghost from the grave And Heaven seems so far away. —Daughtry, Changes Are Coming * * Sometimes, things have a funny way to happen before you can even realize what on earth is going on. Hi, I’m exhibit A.

The urn fell from his hands and crashed into the floor, causing my ashes to scatter everywhere. His smirk now malicious, Dominic said, "Oops! Sorry about that. It slipped from my hands." After that, he stuck out a foot and began grinding my ashes down. My breath was hitched in my throat as I met Dominic's eyes, which were devoid of any mirth. I opened my mouth, yet I couldn't make a sound. Only when my ashes were completely ground into the gaps between the tiles and mixed with the dust did Dominic retract his foot. There was a pleased look on his face.