Horror X Dust Novels & Stories

“Of course. Very serious work.” He passed her the soda. His fingers brushed hers. A little spark—not magical, just human—ran up her arm. The lights dimmed further as yet another trailer started, this one for something involving a haunted house, a mismatched group of friends, and a lot of stylish screaming. “Do you want to skip this one?” he asked quietly. “We can close our eyes and pretend it’s an insurance commercial.” “I write horror,” she said. “I can handle a trailer.”

I can’t explain it, but it’s the same weight that always shows up before something bad happens. Celeste freezes at the door, frowning. “Wait.” She crouches down, brushing her fingers over the floor. A faint shimmer catches the light—dust, pale and metallic. “What is it?” Nate asks, leaning past me to get a better look. “You are acting very… sus.” Celeste straightens, rubbing it between her fingers, her expression darkening. “Silver refined dust. Oh… We have a serious problem” I swallow hard. “Don’t we already?”

Then, abruptly, Xander stopped. I looked around. Nothing but endless shadows and towering trunks. The wind howled through the branches, whispering secrets I couldn't decipher. "This is a joke, right?" I folded my arms, irritation bubbling beneath my unease. Xander turned to me, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he let out a sharp, piercing whistle. The ground trembled beneath me. A deep, guttural growl echoed through the darkness. My blood ran cold. I spun, heart pounding, as a massive, hulking shadow emerged from the trees. Glowing red eyes locked onto me, and a snarl ripped through the silence, sharp and deadly.

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

Below them, screaming erupted from the lower wards. It wasn't the rallying cry of an invading army or the clash of southern steel. It was a sound of sheer, unadulterated terror. The harmless, glittering silver dust that had rained down from the shattered shadow-core in the Sunken Reaches—the dust that had settled deep into the soil, the mountain springs, and the stone foundations of every stronghold across the continent—was glowing with a sickening, black-crimson light. Where the dust touched the earth, the stone was melting into pitch-black tar.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

Even Tyr felt a feeling of horror deep in his heart as he witnessed the scene. Soon, the Kodoku corpse was nothing more than a mass of rotten meat on the ground. Meanwhile, a large number of black parasites continued to fly out from it. Xyris hurriedly lunged forward and used the green moths in her hands to devour these black parasites. At the same time, she lit up a fire and immediately burned the Kodoku corpse. The crackling sound from the burning was similar to the sound of firecrackers. The eerie sound made anyone who heard it feel a shiver run down their spine.

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.

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.

She grimaced and slightly shook my arm. "You're with me, right? So why should I be afraid?" I had no choice but to come with her. She smiled at me whenever we heard someone was shouting inside that horror house. As we entered a tiny darkroom, I was walking behind Astrid and warned anyone who was trying to scare her. I immediately noticed the cobwebs that covered all the corners of this room, just like how it was done to any other horror house. There were some spiders that we were threading towards their prey. There were some light bulbs that were being turned on and off by someone just to scare anyone who may enter. I kicked some of the zombies who were hiding behind some curtains. Astrid li