Ruins Dust Sans Novels & Stories

I whispered as I drove off The house looked exactly the same, tall black gates,trimmed hedges and security guards on alerts For some reason a bitter taste filled my mouth, Would my parents be happy to see me? Did they miss me? So many question poured in my head, I pushed the thoughts aside, I had faced so much worse, I could do this. The black gates of the harts mansion opened slowly as my car approached, The guards stared in shock whispering amongst themselves, they looked like they had seen a ghost, I didn’t blame them, I had vanished for years without a word I drove into the compound, the breeze heavy around me.

Damn it, everything was ruined. Clyde leaned over her, his lips brushing her ear. “Answer her,” he whispered, then slowly rolled his hips, grinding deep. “Wh…what?” Zinnia whispered shakily. “Answer. Her.” Clyde commanded. “Y-yeah… I’m just… mmmh… grab… grabbing snacks. Be out in a minute!” Zinnia's voice came out breathy and shaky while Clyde thrust in with each word. “Are you okay?” Thalia asked.

I stood there for a moment, watching his retreating figure as he disappeared around the corner. Why the hell is he like that? Is it just his sense of humor… or is he actually mentally deranged? “I think it’s the other one.” I turned abruptly, startled. “Huh?” Nessa stood there, arms crossed, one brow raised like she had been there longer than I realized. “I think my cousin is mentally deranged,” she added dryly, “but what do I know?” I blinked at her, caught off guard. “I didn’t mean to say that about him. Just that…” I trailed off, unsure how to finish without sounding worse.

“And I’ve decided I like giving you things that don’t require anyone else’s approval or a company acquisition to arrange.” “It’s crooked,” I said, “in at least four places.” “I’m aware,” he said. “I’m choosing to call it rustic.” I laughed, and let him pull me down onto the blanket he’d spread across the old stone floor, the glass ceiling above us fogged with humidity, the plants long gone wild without anyone tending them in years. “Vivienne wants to help now,” I said, settling against his chest. “Truly help, not just survive the fallout of everyone else’s decisions.”

“If it isn’t the Keira Pierre.” I lazily lifted bloodshot eyes to watch him. He squatted to be level with me. “Always at the scene of rescue at the right time. You owe me a lot.” He said, an unsettling light in his eyes. He lifted his right hand and gestured to the alley I now sat in “this is a dangerous place to be Keira, one should be careful of quiet alleys in downtown Brendit.” With his index finger, he brushed a lone tear that had escaped and clung to my left cheek. I didn’t even flinch or move like I usually would from his touch. I was emotionally drained. He sighed.

His heart slammed against his ribs so hard he thought it might crack through bone. Luca Romano stood there, barely dressed, his body stripped down to loose pants that looked ready to fall off his narrow hips. Five years had carved him down to something skeletal. His skin was pale, marked with shadows that Dante knew were bruises in various stages of healing. But it was the eyes that hit hardest. Those eyes that used to look at Dante with warmth and wonder now stared at the crowd with nothing in them at all. "Going twice—" A voice called out from the left side of the room. "Twenty-two million."

*Dust* I guide River back to his room, his arm slung around my shoulder, each step a reminder of how fragile he is right now. I can feel his warmth against me, but it’s mixed with the chill of the reality we’re facing. The words echo in my mind ‘death to the princess.’ I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all some horrible mistake. Surely, they meant someone else. I’m just Dust, an ordinary girl caught in this extraordinary mess.

They sensed what lay ahead—the old death, the ancient curse, and the awakening dark. Aria dismounted and pressed her hand against her mount’s snout. “Stay. If we don’t return by dusk, run west. Don’t look back.” The wolf growled low, reluctant, but obeyed. Then the group advanced. --- Eldralen: City of Dust and Bone The ruins revealed themselves slowly, like a corpse rising from its grave. Broken spires jutted from the earth at jagged angles. Stone buildings stood partially collapsed, overgrown with black vines and moss that whispered in the wind. Every surface was etched with time and war.

the voice said. Then the image — Violet had blond hair now, cropped and precise; the red suit she wore cut into her as if the fabric were armor. Her eyes were thin knives. The girl who once laughed at small things and hid scars under loose sleeves was gone in the way that rain removes dust, she had been cleansed into a different weather.

The Weight of What Remains There are moments that split your life in two — the before and the after. You don’t always see them coming. Sometimes they’re quiet, slipping in on an ordinary night. Sometimes they arrive with the sound of a door being kicked in and a gun going off. Either way, when the dust settles, you realize the person you were before no longer exists. I’ve lived through more of those moments than I care to count.