A Time Of Dread Novels & Stories

Eryx, pointing at the rapidly depleting sand, exclaimed, "We don't have much time! Whatever has caused this, we need to reverse it, and fast." From the heart of the temple, a voice echoed, filled with pain and despair, "You sought to dance with time, and now, the dance demands its due." The group, realizing the magnitude of their actions and the impending danger, braced themselves for the challenge ahead, understanding that not only was their fate at stake, but the very fabric of time itself hung in the balance.

"Oh, sorry. " "I, being the God of time, had already beheld the end of the world, and trust me, it wasn't like anything mankind ever anticipated. So many infinite schemes of doomsday, it could never be stopped except by the Black Stone. The Black Stone is the most feared object in the whole of 'The Sky Pillars'; where we Gods abide because of the power which it posses, but I had the responsibility of wielding it, even if it was never going to be used. "

DARIUS POV Two Weeks Later The full moon came and went. We never celebrated with a festival. Too many of my pack members were fearful that the full moon has become a bad omen. Following the attack from the Forza Pack, and Lyle’s death, nobody wanted to celebrate. I was disappointed, but I understood everyone’s concern.

Though he assumed she was feigning illness to stop him from saving Catherina, he could not ignore how pale she had looked earlier. He made a horrifying realization: Mira was eight months pregnant, practically full-term. He recalled that she had been shoved to the ground. He worried that the situation might be serious. Guilt washed over him as he vowed to properly apologize and make amends later. He promised himself that he would stay by her side every second until delivery. As he approached the maternity ward, he noticed the unusually somber atmosphere. Several nurses looked like they were sobbing. Then, he caught their hushed conversation. A pregnant woman had hemorrhaged during labor today

And for the first time all day, I feel something other than numbness. Dread.

Her tear-filled eyes search for any signs of his imminent arrival, yearning for his steadfast presence to provide solace in the face of imminent danger. With each passing moment, Audrey's fear intensifies, threatening to consume her fragile resolve. Time seems to stretch endlessly, as she grapples with the possibility of an imminent threat that could shatter her existence. The racing of her heart echoes in her ears, a constant reminder of the fragility of her own mortality.

These past few days had taught her that resistance was useless. I sat in front of the chapel and began to lead the funeral rites. "The hour has come." I rose to my feet, my voice echoing through the open hall. "Lift the coffin." The words had barely left my mouth when frantic footsteps came pounding from outside. A woman stumbled in, caked in mud from head to toe. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess. It was Daphne. She had escaped from the crypt.

"To break us slowly. Let fear fester good. Watch us crack from inside before she even swings." "It's starting already," a voice muttered behind us, shaky. The clock ticked loudly in silence. One hour to drown in dread. And deep in that forced wait, doubt crept stronger than any roaring charge ever could.

As the first light of dawn barely pierced the sky, Eldoria was enveloped in a dim, unsettling glow. The city appeared eerily quiet, yet every shadow carried weight, and every whispered breeze through the streets felt like the approach of something significant. After nights of chaos, betrayal, and revelation, Aera Vale sensed the tension pulsing through the crown. Its pulse was sharper now, urgent, insistent—a warning of an imminent confrontation.

” Jax screamed in pain. Jackie screamed. The twins cried harder from the hallway. “STOP!” I shouted again desperately. The Dreadlord tilted his head toward me with mock curiosity. “Then stop resisting.” My hands shook violently. Everything was collapsing. Five years of peace reduced to blood and shattered glass within minutes. I looked toward the hallway where Jackie stood frozen with my boys clinging to her legs. Lucien’s face was soaked with tears while Elisen stared at me with terrifying stillness, his glowing golden eyes too aware for a child his age.