Dread Heads Novels & Stories

On her ears, they were as if asking for forgiveness. Daeira blinked the tears in her eyes while her stares still directed to the beast. Her body was beyond shivering in fear. No, she wasn't signed up for this. She’d rather die by gun than being torn apart flesh by flesh. The horror of her dreams came like a flood in her mind.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

And as the putrid water rained down upon the Embankment pavers and the figure deflated, it did not fall but continued shambling forward, arms outstretched, fingers grasping, jaws chomping. They’d inflicted damage, managed to hack the heads off two of them, but nothing stopped the creatures. The headless bodies kept advancing. The heads, lolling on their ears, kept chomping, as if possessed of a demonic hunger that knew no sating. And though they’d outnumbered their attackers twelve to six, they’d lost three of their own: Tim and two of the Drury Lane squids, Lem Carey and Jonas Falk. Worse, they’d been unable to reclaim their dead, but had left them where they lay while retreating with their

DESCRIPTION OF THE REALM OF DREADOR Dreador is a mystical world inhabited by witches, wizards, dragons, and werewolves. Every century, a king is chosen from each part of the realm: the Head Sorcerer, the Dragon King, and the Alpha King of the Blood Moon Pack. Although these mystical creatures can travel to the human realm through a portal, they are only allowed to do so for a limited period.

“Victor—Daddy—please—” “Damien—Daddy—harder—” “Reid—Daddy—don’t stop—” The frenzy built. Thunder crashed outside in perfect time with their rhythm. Lightning flashed across their sweat-slick bodies. They chased release together—Victor burying deep in her pussy, pulsing hot. Damien slamming home in her ass, filling her with a guttural groan. Reid pulling out at the last second only to thrust back down her throat, coming hard while she swallowed every drop.

Sure they were a family tied to Mafias, werewolves too, but the shocking discovery was that the heads were twins. And none other that the infamous Black Death and Tiger. The silence that followed was heavy, filled only by the faint sound of crickets and the rustling of leaves. Draco glanced around as if he was confirming that Marius was actually gone I glanced at him, who just leaned casually against the tree like he wasn't just bleeding from his head. “Alright,” he muttered, “Now that my scary brother's gone, what do we do with you?” I frowned, tightening my grip on the stick I still held. “You can start by letting me go back home, and we can call off the stupid deal.”

This is what I asked for. The realization doesn’t make my heart slow down. Doesn’t stop the fear. My body is still in full fight-or-flight mode, still convinced I’m in danger, still flooding me with adrenaline that makes everything sharper, brighter, more intense. The safe word hovers in the back of my mind. CRIMSON. I don’t want to use it. “Hold her,” the shorter one says. His voice is different – rougher, with an accent I can’t place. The tall one pins my wrists above my head with one hand. His other hand stays over my mouth. He’s very strong, and no matter how hard I struggle, I can’t break his grip.

He started as a dreadful filled the faces of the people at such statements but he didn't stop there. “May I know what the three Sacred Lycan heads are in a gathering like this, like some desperate commoner begging for attention?” Raze spat out in anger, he was sure that they came here to wield their Author over his beta or Delilah. These idiots were ready to dethrone him but he was going to dethrone their lives first. The crowd went silent and he scoffed, going down to meet these Lycan Heads boldly. First, they surprised him by appearing impromptly in a meeting that caused Vasperia her near death and making him lose his child and right now, they are here shamelessly disgracing themselves and

But something about his tone sent a chill crawling up my spine. I shouldn’t have opened it. But I did. I lifted the lid and everything inside me shattered. Three heads. Three decapitated, disfigured male heads, nestled in silk like they were twisted trophies. Each one frozen mid-scream, jaws slack, eyes bulging in terror. One had scorch marks along his temple, like something had been branded into his skin. Another was missing his tongue, just a bloodied hole where it used to be. The third had his eyes gouged out, lids torn and empty sockets gaping into hell.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."