Cute Dread Heads Novels & Stories

A sweet sickly smell drapes over them follow by the roaring sounds of flies. Laurin points to the mountain and Indra raises her eyes. The dead trees in the alley are replaced by poles with impaled heads. Some of the rotting heads still have hair and teeth left, but most of the heads have been picked cleaned down to the bone by the crows. All of them have one thing in common – their deaths were full of terror, and their gaping mouths testify to their screams at the moment of death.

“BLOODY HELL” The trio (Joy, Kai, Jax) worded the sentence individually before tearing after the Beta wolf. “Ahhhhh,” Dre screamed as he ran outside with three mad, blood thirsty Alphas with uneven haircuts, running at a furious pace, hot on his trail to claw out his heart. “Did Dre cut Joy’s hair again ?” Dre’s father, Beta Draven asked when he saw his son’s daggers and Joy’s bleached hair on the floor. “Hers, Kai’s and Jax’s,” Ryder chuckled.

Lower jaw unhinging and falling away, face split virtually in half, his maw gaped nightmarishly open so that the wanderers could come— Spiders spilled from him, pouring from the grotesque orifice as though being forced out from deep within. The cinnamon-haired girl’s eyes flew open in mortal dread, her whimpers rising into high, jerking stifled screams which caught in the back of her throat. The long-legged things scurried over the doomed teenager, swaying back and forth upon her before striking with frothy fangs.

“Argh!“ The scream was of pain and anguish, and it came from one of the other guys. The one who was about to take me forcefully paused and glanced back, and I saw his expression shift to that horror and great fear. More screams and violent sounds. What was making them so scared? I managed to get into a sitting position and hide my chest with the piece of fabric but gasped when I saw Draven, his eyes burning golden and blood all over his clothes. I looked at the floor, and felt a wave of nausea as I noticed three dead bodies. Their hands had been dismembered from their body and their eye-sockets were plucked out. My whole body trembled at the sight of these, and migraine came rolling-in to my

His head is already disorganized and his entire body Is collapsing slowly "Melanie !!!!!!!!!!!!"he screamed breaking down real bad Amongst the cries from the crowd that gathered. Her hoodie cap nicely wore and with a satisfed and evil grin. Fiona chuckled softly

His son, Rowan, leaned casually against a wooden post, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. The pack’s elders sat scattered on either side, but no one spoke. Opposite them stood the Dreadborns. Generals. Warlords. Figures dressed in black and bone. Their armor shined like charred iron, their faces half-hidden beneath heavy cloaks and bone-carved masks. Their presence overall made the room feel smaller.

They get half way when drake clears his throat, caden, Ryan and Cara all freeze as all our attention is suddenly on them. “Spit it out” Drake tells them smirking but I wasn’t prepared for what I saw when all 3 of them dropped they’re hoods and looked at us. My body goes rigid when I see the muck and dirt all over caden, his lip was split and he looked like he got of easy, Cara and Ryan on the other hand looked like hell, both eyes swollen and red, cuts littered there faces, Ryan’s nose was broken and bleeding Cara had blood smeared across her face.

The once serene forest now exuded an eerie aura, its air thick with a repugnant odor that clung to the surroundings. Once teeming with vibrant life, the forest now wore a somber cloak as the severed heads of the beastmen were displayed, casting a shadow over the once verdant landscape. The grotesque expressions etched on these decapitated heads only intensified the spine-chilling atmosphere, leaving no room for reverence or decency. Kriff's eyes widened in disbelief as he gazed upon the young man before him. Despite his innocent countenance, he was a demon masquerading as a human, his true nature concealed beneath a deceptive facade.

"Privileged, born with a silver spoon. Your status is very apparent. You're so used to looking down at the rest of the world that you have no need to cower, even in my presence. No matter, I'll fetch a very handsome price for you. Take her away!" Blast and Dreadhead appeared beside me and were pulling me out of the cave before I could comprehend it. Blast, the brute with arms like tree trunks grabbed me first, his grip bruising. Dreadhead followed, smirking like he enjoyed every second of my struggle. They weren't just thugs-they were predators, each with their own sick way of breaking their prey. "You will not get away with this!" I yelled, cursing him out. "I'm going to make sure I kill yo

she commanded wiping the blood that dripped out of her chapped lips. The boys ran in our direction. They have huge built to that of thugs with tattoos all over their arms and faces and piercings on the nose, lips, and brows. They also reeked in alcohol and they do constant sniffing and jerking like drug addicts. I could tell that they’re no students but outsiders. “Dare to touch my girl, sl*t?” The skinhead came running at me with a punch. I did a sidestep dodging his fist, so, he ended up rolling on the ground.