Vampire Dust Oblivion Novels & Stories

Violet flickered, then bled out and turned a deep, permanent gold. “What are you doing?” Jasmine screamed, slamming the emergency switch. “Drown her!” Behind the wall, steel gears screamed as the floodgates unlocked. Fifty million gallons of boiling sulfur-sludge roared through the drains below, ready to wipe the shafts clean. It never made it. Eight miles away, Damon was already wrapped around the main southern conduit. He didn’t look like the man she remembered. No cool blue eyes, no clean suit. His skin was black scale and violet light, claws buried three feet into iron.

A marriage without choice. A life built on obligation. Love suffocated by control. I walked out before he could say another word. The hallway felt longer than usual. Every step echoing. I drove straight to Damien’s bar. The only place that didn’t feel like a cage. Neon lights. Low music. The kind of environment where problems blurred at the edges. I found Damien in his private suite. “Hey,” I said as I entered. He looked up. “You look like hell.” I sank into a chair"

"They are self-sustaining thermal loops! You cannot 'kill' them with a blade. You have to disrupt their Cohesion-Frequency." "And how do we do that without vaporizing ourselves?" Maya asked, her hand resting on her stomach where her twins, Cyprian and Elara, were restlessly reacting to the solar-static. "The Abyss-Dust," Nathaniel said, pointing to the containers of black, liquid shadow we had brought back from Aethelgard. "If we can coat the vanguard’s weapons in the residue of the Fourth Brother, we can create a 'Leaking Effect'. The shadow will absorb the light. It won't kill them, but it will make them... heavy. Heavy enough to fall."

[POV: Colin Smith] The pentagram crackling and popping with violet energy spilled black smoke with a tinge of ember-like glow. From the smoke came 10s if not hundreds of burning obsidian chains with arrowheads and attacked everything that was alive within the area of effect. One of the chains went right through the stomach of a vampire. The vampire’s stomach was reduced to ash, and the rest of his body followed like a disease. In a matter of seconds, hundreds of vampires were reduced to dust, and not even the plants and other lifeforms in the areas were spared. Everything alive was reduced to dust by those burning chains.

It looked as if a colossal, invisible eraser was casually dragging itself across a painting. Hovering above the atmosphere were the vanguard of the True Admins. They were not ships. They were colossal, perfectly smooth, featureless white obelisks, completely devoid of windows, engines, or weapons. They simply drifted, projecting a silent, invisible wave of "Null-Code" that reduced whatever it touched into absolute nothingness. "They're formatting the grid," Scarlett whispered, a cold chill running down her spine. This wasn't combat; this was an uninstallation. Caleb didn't look at the obelisks. His acute Lycan vision zoomed in on the Blackwood Wastes.

The barrels began to glow with a volatile, violet light, humming with an energy that made Vance’s Lycan instincts scream in warning. "The ledger you found in Port Valen was a masterpiece, wasn't it?" Ivan chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction. "Dmitry’s signature was flawless. The council will tear themselves apart trying to decide if he’s a traitor. And while they look south, the north will rise." "You won't live to see it," Vance roared, rushing forward with blinding, Beta-level speed. "Fire," Ivan commanded coldly. The Abyssal weapons unleashed a blinding torrent of violet energy, ripping through the stone ground and obliterating everything in their path. The explosion t

It was filled with finely ground silver, a potent weapon against vampires. The vampire, enraged by her failed attack, charged again. This time, Cassie stood her ground, waiting for the perfect moment. As the vampire got close, she blew a puff of the silver dust directly into its face. "FUCK!" The vampire hissed in pain and surprise, its eyes stinging and momentarily blinded. Cassie didn't hesitate. She delivered a sharp, powerful blow to it's throat, disorienting it further. Then, with a quick, practiced motion, she plunged Lorenzo's silver knife deep into its heart. The vampire’s body went limp, crumbling into dust and ash.

Aleister couldn’t control that child’s mind because he was a Lycan but it didn’t ease the bad feeling inside me or her. “ Spill it, Dustin. ” Striker huffed, shaking his hand. His fingertips were glowing orange but with a few more shakes, his reddened skin appeared from underneath that shine. Dustin stood on our left, at some distance, looking ahead. I followed his line of sight, but all my eyes met was the Dark Veil that hid the trees.

“Take it. But please be careful.” I looked at the bottle as I said, “this will work on him? For long enough” “Not long," she said, "but it might be enough to do what needs to be done." I glanced down at the vial in my hand again. I had heard of Oblivion’s Kiss before, rare and hard to find. It was sometimes used in wars to make enemies fall asleep before they were beheaded. A coward’s tactic, maybe, but it wins the war.

It was the color of Lyra’s true shadow, the one forged in the Forbidden Forest, the one that the Clean Room Protocol had tried so desperately to filter out. "Sovereign! We hear the silence!" The voice didn't come from a single throat. It was a collective roar, a broadcast of ancestral rage that shattered the first layer of the porcelain floor. From the violet light above, figures began to descend. They didn't fall; they struck. The Obsidian Vanguard had returned.