Dread Heads Novels & Stories

Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke Not souls, but bodies they latched, Gurgling sound and distorted face They filled the space, To master Pepper Rei Who was very new to this illusion She wanted to flee the site of nightmares So she screamed some more to wake Her up from this nasty dream But her screams followed More horrid scenes With dripping blood and popping eyes She now felt little Missy Huddled closely with her left leg Till footsteps hurried and soothed The ruffled girl With love and pecks but ignored Pepper Rei

Ding! I woke up terrified from bed in a dark room, panting heavily from the nightmare perpetually haunting me every single night. I was drenched in sweat and my whole body was trembling. I was frightened with tears unconsciously running down my cheeks. I dug my hand into my black; full; virgin; long hair in pains, then tugged them behind my ears to wipe off my tears. I sniffed in some secs later gasping out in aid to calm down as I unraveled the shadow of curtains around the wall.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Mr. Jeffers, I promise you this is real. I've done the research, and what I find most intriguing is Darick 'The Bloodthirsty’, leader of The Brooklyn Blood Brothers, has done some horrible things that’ll surely make the front page,” I explained, trying to keep my voice even. "Such as…?" Mr. Jeffers waved his hand, motioning for me to continue. "Rumor has it that he leaves gruesome bite marks on the neck of his victims," I whispered, hoping the suspense would win Mr. Jeffers over. “Vampiristic marks.”

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.

Standing in the entrance was Damian, his face cold and calculating, his eyes scanning the area as though he was the master of every inch he surveyed. A wave of dread crashed over her as Damian’s men began pouring in, their heavy footsteps marking their intent. People cowered in their homes, the terrified faces of those who had not yet fled peeking through windows and around doorways, each one consumed by fear. Cathrine’s heart hammered in her chest, her voice a whisper. “They’re here,” she breathed, dread tightening around her like a vice. “Luca, get up—we have to go!”

Not a snake. A monster, a snake the color of obsidian, as broad as a truck, with three enormous heads, each dotted with repulsive brown blotches that writhed like squirming shadows. Each of its heads turned independently, searching the camp, tongues in and out as though it could scent our fear. One head spat at the soldiers. Another struck at us. The third merely stared. My jaw hung open. So did Kira's. We didn't budge. We were staring at a nightmare brought to life.

Then, the ground began to thrum. A rhythmic, heavy thudding that grew louder with every heartbeat. Out of the white haze, a nightmare took shape. It was massive, a hulking wall of muscle and bronzed armour. The creature stood on two thick, furred legs, but its head was that of a monstrous ram. Its horns weren’t just bone; they were jagged, spiraling obsidian that seemed to drink the light. “Is that… Aries?” Pelin gasped, her voice trembling.

he pulled me to himself again. Drayce frown return, "the next time you put a price tag on my mate again, I will behead all of you here and hang your heads on a stake as food for the harbingers of death, now, if you would all excuse me, I and my mate have a lot to catch up on," Some of the men touch their heads to make sure it is still in it's place. My heart beats so wildly as Drayce dragged me out of the hall with our hands intertwined.

Derrick said, pride and content evident in his voice. Scarlett covered her mouth in shock, this meant that the content of the trays were...... Human heads and they weren't just any human's head. They were.... Ana and Elena's heads. She gulped in fear as the thought of what Alex would do to her and Jamie if they thought of leaving the house. " Open it" Alex said and two of the men stepped forward and pulled off the clothes that covered the content of the trays. " Aaaaah" Scarlett screamed in shock as she saw blood dripping from the heads to the trays. She couldn't see their faces but the fact that they both had black long hair said it all.