Vampire Dust Oblivion Novels & Stories

“A chat with Silas. That sounds entertaining. And remember, Damian, this is a heavy price to pay back what I owe.” ​“I know,” Damian snapped, "I will make it up to you." He gritted out before leading them down a narrow, hidden ravine. He was relying entirely on the chaotic firepower of the Blood Moon warriors to cover the stealth of his vampire assault team. The retrieval mission was now officially a three-pronged, highly volatile operation: Ethan's frontal assault, Ruby's interior breakout, and Damian's silent, deadly flank.

He slaughtered your bloodline and made you his pet. Seven. "Father," Vespera whispered to the quiet room, her voice a fragile wisp of sound that dissolved into the howling storm outside. "I am finishing it. The debt will be paid." She raised her right hand, holding the obsidian blade firmly in a reverse grip, its razor-sharp tip pointing straight downward. She leaned over him, her dark eyes tracing the line of his jaw, the gentle curve of his dark lashes against his cheekbones, and the thick, muscular expanse of his broad chest.

But even from a distance, she could see the unmistakable signs of intrusion: dark, writhing plumes of violet smoke coiled around the temple's pillars, poisoning the pristine mountain air. "He's already there," Laura murmured, communicating through the silent, profound bond with the Black Dragon beneath her. The sovereign beast let out a deep, resonant rumble of agreement, folding its massive wings and diving steeply toward the high mountain plateau, breaking through the violet mist like a thunderbolt. High upon the wind-battered stone plateau surrounding the Temple of Spires, Vlad stood before a massive circular altar carved from primordial obsidian.

It felt really nice to be held in his arms, to be so close to him, to be able to smell him with every breath, and to bury her head on his chest whenever a scary scene came on. Before she knew it, it was already 2 AM in the morning and they were on their second Halloween movie of the night, Edward Scissorhands. Sierra, still in her dress, was sprawled on top of Colton. There were glasses of alcohol and all sorts of snacks scattered all around them. She was getting delirious due to the alcohol and the lack of sleep, and she started slurring words without having control over them. “Hey, Colton,” she said. “Hm?”

I instinctively jumped once I heard the driver door of this car slam shut. "Alright, boys! Unload em' and gather em' up!" One of the vampires yelled to the others. It didn't take long before the sound of shoes on gravel hit our ears and a bunch of glowing eyes came into view, opening up the car we were in and taking us out. I just then realized how much their eyes unnerved me. I had forgotten because all I had seen recently were Nico's. One by one the pets in front of me were taken out and lined up in front of where I think I remembered the clinic being.

*Dust* The grip on my arm loosens, but I don’t dare move. I can feel the heat radiating from River Tempest, the Alpha of the Silverfang pack, as he stands before me, a force of nature that commands both awe and fear. His presence is electric, igniting something deep within me, a spark I didn’t know existed. I can’t understand it; I shouldn’t feel this way. I’m just Dust, the servant of a pack that barely acknowledges my existence. But here, standing before this warrior Alpha, I feel seen.

​The silence that followed the explosion in the High Hall was louder than the blast itself. It was the sound of a vacuum, a literal hole in reality where the Silverwood throne had once stood. The dust motes dancing in the dying emergency lights weren't made of stone and plaster; they were gray, necrotic flakes of Elena’s Blight, settling over the unconscious bodies of the pack’s finest warriors. Maya knelt in the rubble, her golden Force flaring with a desperate, frantic intensity that cast long, jerking shadows against the shattered pillars.

Lawrence’s POV That bitter, earthy stench did not belong within these walls. Half an hour before danger woke Maya in our bed, my Primal Wolf scent caught it drifting through the arrow slits of the north corridor — thin, sweet yet rotten, cold and unnatural. Not brimstone, not battle pitch: Root of Oblivion. A toxin forbidden by Northern law for a thousand years, known to blight new life and rot unborn young within minutes.

I wouldn't let that happen now. My whole body morphed into my vampire self. My eyes turned into a bright glowing red colour. My canines sharpened and my nails grew longer. I whipped my head towards Maya one last time to make sure she was safe before bolting down with the sole purpose to attack that damn creature. The wind rushed through me, my feet dug on the dirt as I was skillfully making my way through the thick trees. His pestering odour grew stronger and stronger meaning I was getting closer.

Darkness embrace me, and the way it manifests on my system felt surreal. I was silent the whole time. I stared straight ahead as I watched Ambre. He noticed my stare at him, and somehow I pity myself for it. He weighs my gaze then grinned. He's in he's normal white long sleeve when he step closer at me. I smiled there. I sighed when I recalled something. I'm not planning to eavesdrop but I heard it clearly. I softly stared at him there. My heart ached slightly.