A Time Of Dread Novels & Stories

Three entire days of living right beside Damon. An overwhelming sense of dread immediately settled inside my stomach.

Seraphine looked ready to start a war. Damon stared at the screen. His expression unreadable. Then Hale revealed the worst part. The thing that turned fear into dread. The thing nobody wanted to hear. "The countdown just changed." Silence. Every eye fixed on him. Hale zoomed in. A new timer appeared. Not twenty-four hours. Not twelve. Not even six. The numbers glowed bright red. 03:17:42 The cabin fell silent. Because somehow Without them realizing The deadline had moved. And they had less than four hours left before Program Ascension began.

Natalie realized that Yvonne was worried she might cave, so she cleared her throat and gave her a solemn reassurance, saying, "You can rest assured that any feelings I had for Lester died four years ago, Yvonne." Yvonne let out a sigh of relief after hearing Natalie's response, then reminded her to get some rest before leaving the hotel. Natalie, exhausted from the long-haul flight, fell into a deep sleep that lasted until the following morning. She woke up and checked the time, only to realize that the scheduled meeting between Allen and Starlight Media was fast approaching. She hurriedly got ready and headed straight to the meeting location. … Lester sat in the conference room at Starlight

The scene at the Gables’ porch was no longer a private tragedy. The initial, piercing scream had acted like a grim summons, pulling people from their homes and their morning routines. They gathered in a loose, hesitant semicircle, a silent, growing audience to the horror. The air, once fresh with the promise of dawn, was now thick with the metallic tang of blood and the low, anxious hum of murmured voices. Faces, pale and drawn in the morning light, were etched with a familiar dread—the kind that came from knowing that no walls, no matter how well-fortified, could ever truly keep the darkness out.

Mine are nightmares. She seemed to sense his disbelief and continued. "I get these dreams where I'm running from something or someone, and I can't move fast enough. It's like time slows down, but only for me. You're vulnerable. Powerless. Helpless. You feel like the end is coming, and all you can do is be a spectator to it." She shivered and burrowed closer into his side and raised her head. He looked down at her. There was an intimacy to this far greater than sex, and it scared him, but at the same time he didn't want to pull away.

“Our deal and this re-written past are the desire you ever wish for. The future and the blood and dread that you sign, experience and will about to experience, are all but a one played time and past against and trough the three corners of time.” Biting her lip for a second, then drawing the familiar sinister smile that resembles the one she saw a while ago. She slowly stands as Kyle is in beating excitement, knowing that his mission is done as Alliah finally remembers. “Well, shall we continue this dread, Kyle?” Laughing hysterically with the twisted smile and entirety of his twisted life, Kyle replies with the words. “Be my guess.”

The flickering flame cast eerie shadows on the walls as time seemed to stretch with anticipation. Finally, the native doctor turned to Alpha Leori and Adonis, his eyes reflecting a deep concern. He shook his head gravely and uttered words that sent a chill through their spines. "This dream is a harbinger of impending doom. It foretells a famine that will grip our land, a time of great suffering and hardship." Alpha Leori's heart sank, his mind grappling with the weight of the revelation. He knew that the fate of the kingdom lay in his hands, and he was determined to do everything in his power to avert the impending catastrophe.

United, they would confront any looming darkness with their determination and courage intact. As the initial rays of morning illuminated the sky, a far-off rumble rattled the earth below them. Kyra's eyes widened in alarm when she comprehended the severity of the threat ahead of them. The nightfall was approaching, looming nearer than any of them had ever anticipated.

Women froze mid-dance, confusion and fear overtaking their earlier revelry. “¡Madre de Dios!” Lima whispered, her expression turning pale, eyes wide with dread. Arya's instincts kicked in, and she turned toward the entrance, every sense on high alert. Something terrible was unfolding, and they weren’t ready for the storm that was about to break. The safety of their community felt like a fragile illusion, and Arya’s heart raced as the reality of danger settled heavily around them.

TERROR. Intense dread, fright, or fear. A specific instance of being intensely terrified. Memories of the accident were the perfect definition of terror for Dylan Blake. It always felt like he was reliving the moment his car crashed against another and his mind never stopped playing the look of dread in Hannah’s expression as she stared at him. Most importantly, he was terrified of making eye contact with those emerald eyes and knowing there was nothing he could have done to save her. If only his heart hadn’t acted up that night, she might still be next to him.