Cute Dread Heads Novels & Stories

The bass from the club pulsed through Jenna’s body like a second heartbeat. She was only twenty-four but felt like she’d been waiting forever for a night like this. The underground kink club was invitation-only, and she’d sweet-talked her way in wearing her shortest pink dress. It barely covered the curve of her ass. White lace panties peeked out when she moved, and her hair was tied in two bouncy pigtails that made her look younger and sweeter than she felt.

I froze. “What?” Realizing what she’d just let slip, Josie looked at Milton in a panic. “You messed up an ‘Embrace’ before?” I pressed. “It… it was just an accident…” Josie stammered. A memory flashed in my mind. Years ago, a group of new fledglings had collectively lost control, turning into blood-crazed monsters. I was away, dealing with an artifact, and the clan had to handle the emergency. By the time I returned, three of them had been executed, and a dozen elders were spiritually scarred.

Her head looked around the encampment, the purple smoke covering her entire body until a small woman tripped into the snow, falling to her knees. “I can’t get rid of this.” Sadie’s hand had touched Creed’s arm, trying to access his damage. I can’t heal magic, only wounds.” Amora cursed under her breath, but Creed took no mind to either of them. He stepped away, walking to the girl with dark curled hair, braids on either side of her head, decorated with beads and metal clippings. He had seen his mother wear the same hairstyle so long ago.

My inner wolf whines at my mate’s size, and my eyes widen as I take him in as a whole. His skin is covered in shimmering bronze scales that glint with every color imaginable as they catch the sun. Majestic and grand wings from his back are casting a shadow that darkens the entire garden. He has three heads, each unique and terrifying in its own right. “I’ve heard two new heads grow out of a hydra if you destroy one of them,” Leon whispers. “Hydra dragons are truly fascinating.” I gulp. “Y-yeah, and scary.” Reed’s heads are snapping at each other, causing me to shrink further into Leon.

Her short stature made it easy for her to lose people. Sophie spotted him with a group of women, each with hair dyed an unnatural color. They arched around him like a rainbow. When he smiled and spoke to them, they tittered with laughter. "He's fine." Maybe those women thought green, blue, and pink hair was wild and wicked, but Sophie thought they looked more like a cuddly clan of Care Bears. Hi! My name is TenderHeart Vamp. Do you need a hug? She suppressed the image with a shudder. Good God, she'd been cooped up for way too long.

_______ You are more moody than usual. _______ It's just that I hate these things - The jumpsuit I wore was a shiny black, its sequins were extremely flashy, my hair was curly and falling all the way down my back, only the front part was pinned back carefully, a simple make-up was applied to my face, what bothered me was the boot on my pure leather feet got a thick heel and I found myself having serious problems keeping myself upright, lucky for me the presentation was going to be done on top of a horse.

My breathing was shallow and my steps were light, so I heard them. Two voices came from a room at the end of the hallway, urgent yet quiet. I crept closer, pressing myself into the darkness. "...he will survive this," Cruella growled. "He won't," said another, scathingly assured. "No one lives through the Dreadmoor." My blood turned to ice. The Dreadmoor? My heart thumped as I edged closer. Cruella spoke again, "What do you think will happen if he doesn't return? The pack will not—"

We rushed toward the pack house, the weight of dread heavy in my chests. As we stepped outside, the once lively atmosphere shifted to one of alarm and panic. Pack members were gathering, their faces pale and anxious. I heard a some people whisper, "He's coming." And I felt dread pool at my stomach. Who was he? The scream had echoed from the edge of the territory. We pushed through the crowd, finally reaching the clearing, where a horrific sight awaited us. A gruesome display hung from a nearby tree—severed wolf heads, their fur matted with blood, eyes wide in eternal terror.

Kiran poured our drinks and we clinked our glasses together in a toast. “Are you scared yet?” Malachi asked me. “About what?” “A girl. All those boys out there,” he said and I got that look in my eyes and Kiran started to laugh. “That’s it. I’m moving. All those dead bodies buried in the forest. He’ll make Seward famous for disappearing teen boys at the height of their hormones,” Kiran said. “It won’t be that bad,” I said and Malachi laughed. “You should have seen Kiran at seventeen,” he said and Kiran choked on his drink.

Josh seems to be unconscious, which was probably caused by the massive lump on his head. Slowly I reach out a hand and shake him. He lets out a groan and opens his eyes extremely slowly. As he gets up he looks around for his attacker but can’t find it. I glance at the monster, well what use to be the monster. It had lost its entire colour, now just greyish colours like the sky on an overcast day; it’s eyes just black holes in its head. Josh looks up and see’s Ash and says “What’s that dickhead doing here? And why are you here Natalie?” “I could ask you the same question Josh. Ash and