Vampire Dust Oblivion Novels & Stories

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

I grin at him creepily as he eyes me down. The door to the study room opens again and Amanda steps out. She walks over to me and stops. Her eyes glaze over, creeping me out. “ Cursed girl. ” She speaks in the robotic tone, causing me to jump back from her. Facing me completely, she takes a step forward. Her eyes scream knowledge and knowledge always scares me. Oblivion is a gift from Moon Goddess. I realized this the moment I met my mate. “ You must fix what you ruined. ” She states in the same robotic tone and marches away from me.

Their leader wore a crown of thorns, blackened bone etched in runes, and her weapon was a chained sickle that sang when it moved. The summit erupted. Vampires bled. Hybrids fell. Witches screamed spells that turned stone to flame, but the Dustborn were faster. Too fast. Too coordinated. Kael drew steel, calling orders to the surviving guards. Saphira was already bleeding but grinning, slicing through three masked assassins with brutal grace. A Dustborn priest levelled a cursed staff at Kael, and was incinerated before he could speak. The fire didn’t come from Kael.

It’s obsidian. Smooth, black stone rippling with golden veins, warm beneath my hands. I scramble upright. The sky above me is starless and red. Heat rolls in waves off the ground. I smell smoke, salt, something sharp. Then I hear them. Voices. Not one. Many. Layered like flames licking over each other. “Daughter of dusk.” “Child of flame.” “Blood-born. Bound. Buried.” A shape approaches me from the shadows. A tall man cloaked in crimson and gold, skin glowing faintly, like there’s fire trapped beneath the surface.

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?”

Soraia hadn't expected to be surprised by the grenades, much less that her eyes would burn so badly that she wouldn't be able to keep them even in vampiric form due to the silver dust contained in them, so she had to turn them back to their natural human blackness, and the worst of it was seeing the trees falling, the tents being consumed by fire and her vampires exploding in blood, skin, body waste and clothes. -Isca - he gritted his teeth hard as he saw him along with two other exterminators who grabbed an advancing vampire, by the arms from behind while Isca grinned as he placed the revolver against her chest and shot with pleasure and will. Afterwards the body was thrown to the ground wr

Dust was surrounded him and he was caughing a mouthful of blood. His vision was blurry, yet before he lose consciousness, the winds was on a fury as it roared through the dust that was poisonous at this point, “You dare to run havoc with such a lowly curses, you Devil! You have no fear, yet you seem to not remembering where you stood, you Devil!” That sudden, the dust was screaming when suddenly, a massive force guide them through the land below. “For your all the eternity plan, you still able to make such a mistake on coming back, you Devil! How a pity I was just on my misery, I could have chained you to that miserable darkness for such eternity you trying to behold!”

I follow soon after, burying myself as deep as possible, marking her from the inside while whispering dark, filthy truths against her ear. Afterward, we lie tangled on her narrow bed, breathing ragged, sweat cooling on our skin. The diamond ring still sits on the desk like an accusation. Mirella turns her head to look at me. Her voice is quieter now, but no less stubborn. “You’re going to get us both killed one day with this obsession.” I stroke her hair, fingers possessive even in the aftermath. “I’ll kill everyone else first.” She huffs a tired laugh. “You’re impossible.”

I snapped, pushing past her to open the window wider. “Asphyxia. That's the medical term that covers the entire…concept of suffocation. Just so you know, you know. But it's not like I was trying to kill you, or me. We're too young, and I'm incapable of murder, you know that. I've only ever killed geckos since I was born…” She rambled, trailing off when she saw my death stare. I admit, I was more pissed at the fact that her charred whatever woke me up from my dream. I wished I heard everything my father had to say, but unfortunately, I got woken up abruptly.

My eyes rolled back. "Mm," I moaned. I felt every press of his fingers. It sent chills through my veins. A smile tugged across my lips. The next moment, I snapped out of it. I jumped off the bronze chair and turned swiftly to look into his eyes. Those blue piercing eyes were gone, replaced by deep crimson ones. "You aren't Mitchel," I said, trying to convince myself that everything he said was fake. "No matter what you think, I will remain Zarchios," he said.