Cute Dread Heads Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She would usually go through with every dare, and had a pretty hot streak going. "Becky the daredevil!" Steve chanted excitedly. That was her name, and she was proud of it. Steve looked at Becca and Demitri, smirking. He then whispered something into Kendra's ear. Kendra laughed and Becca started regretting her choice.

Usually if anyone is a threat to our position, a human would eliminate the other, but here neither King nor Dark Lord are interested in fighting, no friendship, nor enemies. The mysterious first brother always wears a black hoodie with 'D' at the back. All the gang members have 'D' printed in silver, whereas second brother has it in purple and first brother in golden. They have only one rule 'no harm to innocent' or else face them. Mind games, both the brothers were excellent in playing with mind. Simple torture of them starts from one's mental breakdown. Direct death was something they don't know, slow painful deaths is their specialty.

She walked up to and then into the car elegantly, in her usual manner, but not before she leaned into my window to give me a peck and said. "Happy birthday, Emerald" That's what she calls me, Emerald. Because of my eyes. "Thanks Jo." I returned with. She smiled and got into the backseat. When she was properly seated, she reached over and yanked on Dawn's hair, "Mother fucker!" "Piece of shit!" Yes, those are the names these two fools address each other by. Dawns the mother fucker and Jodie's the piece of shit. How did I end up in this friendship? I do not know. Do I like it? Very much so...

He cursed dragging him away by the collar. "Mother". He screamed out. The Hoodie Dude broke out from the memory flash opening his eyes which were now red. He growl gently exposing his canine which had grown into sharp fangs at opposite end. His look was now creepy and deadly. Dropping to his knees he roared loudly into the air.

A few dwarves were lounging outside, casually munching on their snacks. "Hey! You guys!" Drex landed quite ungracefully in front of a dwarf whose face looked somewhat familiar. “Who are you, kid? What do you want?” the dwarf asked, bewildered by the strange boy at his doorstep. “Hi, Uncle! It’s me, the wolf from yesterday!” Drex replied. Seeing that the dwarf didn't recognize him, Drex suddenly sprouted his black ears and tail. "Woof! Woof!" “A black monster!” the dwarf shrieked. His companions immediately scrambled, diving headfirst into their holes.

Jax immediately stepped in front of me. Then I saw him. The man who entered didn’t feel human. An Alpha stood in the doorway with a deeply scarred face and eyes darker than death itself. His pheromones smelled rotten and rancid, like corpses left beneath the sun for days. Blood stained his clothes. Not old blood. Fresh. His dead eyes locked directly onto me. Then he smiled. “Found you.” Terror slammed into me so hard my knees nearly buckled. The Dreadlord. He tilted his head slightly while studying me with terrifying fascination.

But even for street names, they were tacky. Once they saw me, they waved me forward out of the crowd. They were never particularly welcoming, despite being familiar. Jarhead had a shaved head and a massive scar marring the side of his face. Biter was nearly feral, an animalistic glint in his eye along his pointed teeth. Both are human, even if Biter pretended to be otherwise. "He's waiting for you," Jarhead said with a rather bored drawl, leading me inside to the thumping music. The bass shuddered against the warehouse walls, banging and thrashing as intoxicated clubbers tried to dance to the inconsistent beat.

Cold sweat sheathed his body and his limbs were trembling uncontrollably. Vulcan kept hitting the door until it broke. Even thematic couldn't hold him back for long. Mad with rage, the wolf tackled Denver to the ground from behind. Denver screamed in pure horror and struggled to crawl away from under him but the beast was in no mood to spare. Denver's mind was too disoriented to focus on magic.