Vampire Dust Oblivion Novels & Stories

Every smile, every touch, every whispered word in their lives reinforced his possession. Adrian, meanwhile, saw only devotion, care, and affection. He didn’t see the predator beneath the tenderness. He didn’t see the control threaded into every kiss, every handhold, every quiet whisper in the dark. By the end of the week, their lives had woven into a dangerous, beautiful rhythm: obsession, possession, and love, all intertwined. Evan’s dominance had become invisible to Adrian, hidden beneath gestures of care and intimacy, and Adrian’s surrender was complete, unknowing, absolute.

Lyra whispered urgently. "They aren't just drones," Valerius whispered, his violet eyes glowing with a terrifying clarity. "I can smell them. The Black-Sun Assassins. They’ve bypassed your static. They're already in the basement." At that exact moment, the reinforced doors at the end of the corridor twisted violently then exploded inward. Three figures stepped through the flames. Each assassin held a weapon. Dusk-Blades—weapons designed to sever the connection between a shifter and their primordial form.

Ground trembled ominous prelude, ruins-plaza shuddering cataclysm as below-cracks spiderwebbed volcanic wider—armored shadows erupting horde-feral: evolved abominations surging, coven-ghost shells plated hunger-black chitin pulsing vein-threads throbbing like engorged cocks, maws razor-multifold upgraded plasma-fanged dripping corrosive drool that bubbled flesh-melt on stone, numbers doubling swarm-insane. “Second wave—armored evo-horde!” Jenkins bellowed guttural war-cry, hex-blades reigniting plasma-dual screaming thirst, charging left-flank berserk with Mara axe-whirlwind decapitating lead chitin-beast fountain black-ichor arterial. “Flank ‘em—rip chitin-veins!” Sofia's tattoos blazed bin

The battlefield, bathed in moonlight, became a crucible where destinies clashed, and the outcome of the war hung in the balance. Dylan, the orchestrator of vampiric power, raised his hand, signaling the commencement of the supernatural display. The night erupted into a kaleidoscope of dark energies, each elder channeling their unique abilities into the maelstrom. Silas, drawing upon his centuries-old expertise, sought to decipher the nature of the impending onslaught.

The only thing is the books that line the walls around them and the pool table felt that is a vibrant blue. Amber was having fun just admiring the suite and felt she would love a tour. However, she knew they had work to do, and after her last vision, she felt like they may be up against a really difficult time. Several hours went by, many bags of blood, a course of lunch and snacks, and plans after plans discussed, they all three had finally narrowed it down. Amber came up with some ideas that may take down the Zombies, however, it was going to be a trial and error until they were able to get samples of turned blood. Unlike her vampire concoction that helped speed the effects of the rust on

or it? "I won't ask you again, Vamp. What. Are. You. Doing. Here?!" I couldn't believe such loud words were coming out of such a tiny body. My ears were bleeding, literally. I wiped the blood off shakily and looked up. He was in the sky somewhere.

And then also it was so dark that he wasn't able to see things clearly but also he wasn't able to use the torch because the vampires are so sensitive to the light at night and also it can be able to find his presence soon and the plan on killing it would fail. Huh… this smell is making me puke but at the same time, this very own smell covers my presence from the vampire. I have to be careful before act. I need to find that vampire soon and kill it before it kills me. And then while searching every room and door still the chief isn't able to find the vampire or the person it took as food. While Chief searches underground, the junior roams around the outer of the greenhouse for the vampire.

I duck one hit, take another to the shoulder that sends pain exploding through my arm and back, and still manage to drive my fist into someone's jaw hard enough to snap his head back. But they don't stop. They don't hesitate. And I'm already slowing. A hit lands. Then another. And another. I don't even know where the hits are coming from anymore. My vision blurs for half a second. Stars forming in my eyes and blood dripping off of my face. "Enough—" Draven's voice cuts through, but no one stops. Of course they don't. Why would they? I take another hit, this one sending me hard into the dirt again, breath leaving my lungs in a sharp, painful rush.

It crouched, the muscles in its haunches bunching for a lethal pounce. "No!" I hissed. The Soul Erosion flared, a cold fire lancing through my veins. I didn't care about the Author's warnings. I didn't care about the script. I reached into the void of my moon magic, pulling from the dark, cold center of the Duskbane lineage. "Summon: Mors Aeterna!" The cobblestones groaned. A fissure of pure, obsidian shadow ripped open beneath my feet. I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone.

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.