Boondocks Dreads Novels & Stories

Damon thought he’d be the one to not leave here alive but he would be. I placed my hand over his pushing reassurance and love through our bond. He smiled at me before giving me a quick kiss. The cars ahead of us started moving. We followed them all of us going slowly. One by one we passed small brightly colored huts and tepees as people watched us move through their village. They were dressed like native Americans in buckskin breechclouts and dresses. Each had their hair long, braided that hung down their backs. Some had different types of feathers in their hair and some had buck skin and bones woven into their braids. My jaw dropped. This place was absolutely beautiful.

Where they saw an injured Adrian struggling to herself from an unknown attacker. “Hey red! What happened to you ?” Vicegrip asked her as they ran to her side. " We got company! Not the friendly kind. " She said. "Well well well !" A mysterious young man said in a Jamaican accent. His appearance involved dark skin and long dreadlocks while wearing silver and black armor. “The legendary ominous as I live and breathe! ” “Oh great. “Vicegrip said. “And who is this dreadlocked loser ?” “This Bob Marley wannabe is the douchebag that attacked me and crashed the craft. ” Energygrid said.

“It’s one of those weird names. Breacadh An Lae Dearg.” “Red Dawn? That doesn’t sound menacing at all. Oh, no, I expect they have a bloody sickle as their brand symbol. I can just see their merch now. A bloody sickle on a baseball cap and t-shirt.” “So, I pronounced it correctly?” “Don’t listen to him. He made me type the name into g****e to search up how to pronounce it properly.” “Well, thank you. At least, he respected me enough to try. It’s like buying flowers when I’d love a new muffler.” Ian frowned at her.

Just as I was about to turn into the road, the wolves blocked my exit. Before I knew it, the pack warriors had reached where I stood. I was surrounded. “Shane Lockwell,” the warrior I assumed to be their leader spoke, stepping down from his horse. “You have concealed yourself well, living as a miserable omega, when you are capable of such evil acts of sorcery." Breathing hard, I raised my hands like I was about to conjure up a spell. “Don’t come any closer, or you will find out what I am truly capable of.” I threatened, hoping to scare them off.

"A Mating Bond is permanent. It changes my biology. I would be tied to you for life." "I know." "And you think I’d agree to that?" "The alternative is death in three months," Lorenzo said quietly. "Then I die." Lorenzo flinched, just slightly. "I’d rather die than be owned by you," Kyrian said steadily. "Don’t be stupid—" "Stupid?" Kyrian’s eyes flashed with anger. "What’s stupid is thinking I would ever let you mark me." Dr. Lindgren spoke up carefully. "The bonding process itself is risky. With your weak condition, the success rate is around 80%."

I stepped through the last line of trees and onto the open ground just as one of the guards raised his blade. “Stop.” The sword froze mid-swing. Wilder turned his head, sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What are you doing here?” he asked impatiently. I didn’t bother answering him. My eyes fixed on the man kneeling in the dirt, his wrists bound tightly with rope. He was trembling, not with the usual rage or defiance rogues carried, but with something closer to fear. His head was slightly bowed, his dark hair matted with sweat, and there was something off in the way his gaze moved. It appeared… unfocused.

Clarence added F*ck! I'm so doomed! They even chattered right here. This f*cktards! What a traitor! "WHAT?!" drake asked angrily and I swallowed This is all I can say- I'm so doomed! His good mood has become beast mode! Waah! It's like he's going to kill me right here right now! He is filled with a very dark and ominous aura. "CLYDE VILLEGAS!" Drake shouted as he called my name

“the hound of hell is the only way. He will come, burn, destroy and defeat, I’m his Banshee who he will soon meet. When he comes they better run, Because I have called and he will come. our souls intertwined as we become one. Together The queen will rise and with her, her king, the Banshee and her hellhound will live as one” The video ends but I just stand there in complete shock “What does this mean?” Drake asks, I look at him to answer “It means she’s the Banshee and he is her hellhound. ————————————————————— Drake just blinks at me, like he had no idea what to say yet I could feel the anxiety through our bond. I step forward taking his hand “It’s ok, it’s going to be fine” “Yeah we will f

Zaire sat two booths away with his teammates, all in their stupid matching red and black varsity jackets, laughing so obnoxiously loud over something that probably wasn't even funny. My heart literally skipped a beat the second my eyes found him. He had a fresh fade, and his dreadlocks were braided into double-strand twists, which looked so fucking good on him. His jawline was sharp, high cheekbones, and I couldn't help my eyes that slowly drifted down to his full pink lips.

“the hound of hell is the only way. He will come, burn, destroy and defeat, I’m his Banshee who he will soon meet. When he comes they better run, Because I have called and he will come. our souls intertwined as we become one. Together The queen will rise and with her, her king, the Banshee and her hellhound will live as one” The video ends but I just stand there in complete shock “What does this mean?” Drake asks, I look at him to answer “It means she’s the Banshee and he is her hellhound. ————————————————————— Drake just blinks at me, like he had no idea what to say yet I could feel the anxiety through our bond. I step forward taking his hand “It’s ok, it’s going to be fine” “Yeah we will f