Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

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?

I dressed in my store smock with a black long-sleeved shirt underneath the pale yellow to cover up the swirled lines on my arms, then wore a pair of black dress pants. The hornet started up with only a little protest. I slammed a bit of power into it with my fist on the dashboard. Even with that bit of jump start, it still only coughed to life. The five-minute drive lengthened to fifteen with the traffic. Lunchtime was, apparently, the worst time to drive. As I stood waiting for the red light to turn, the people on the street passed me. They were unusually tall and unusually short creatures mixed into the regular human crowd. Some had red eyes, some purple. There were all shades of different

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.

I replied and started moving a bit faster as the tempo of the music increased. "It'll be unfair to him if that Psycho is able to get you again because of our carelessness." The music was fast and once again, me and Kiara had to switch dance partners. Kiara was with another dance partner when suddenly, I began to feel strange in my body. I looked around and noticed some guests who were close to the entrances began to cough. I instantly let go of the lady I was dancing with and I looked around curiously. The air in the room began to get foggy and I coughed as I inhaled the air. I instantly recognized what it was, it was silver dust and it would render the Werewolves and Vampires here incapable

I could feel my heartbeat increasing. "Fuck!" Lorenzo cursed. "I'm out too" he said swapping swapping his rifle with his Beretta, he cocked it and sent a bullet to the head of a zed that got dangerously close to the pallet walls, with it's brain matter splattering on the pallet. The stench of decay filled the air immediately but we didn't give a damn, we're used to it anyways. "Smith try to contact Dave or Mark, Austin will cover your position" I said slapping off one of the infected that tried to climb the forklift with my gun.

Wait, isn't that how most horror movies start? Before I could bring the hood back down, I see a tow truck speed past me then pull over right in front of where me and my jalopy are. I didn't see the name of the tow truck company, but I go into my glovebox of my car and grab my stun gun just in case. You can never be too sure. When I see a familiar blonde-haired beauty, my hand carrying the stun gun relaxes. I pick up my purse and place the stun gun inside. What luck that he happened to see me, I know this is a busy road but what are the odds that a tow truck driven by a man I met a few days ago, would just drive past me while I am need of one. "Thought that was you beautiful." He says.

It was an infection. In the distance, a wolf howled—a sound of pure, instinctive terror. The thing that looked like Xander started to walk. He didn't run. He didn't have to. The night was his, and the portal was loose. By morning, the clearing wouldn't be the only thing that was dead. He reached down and picked up a jagged shard of the shattered tree, turning it over in his hands. "Darius," he rasped, the name tasting like a curse. "I’m going to enjoy eating your heart."