Novel & Cerita Dread Heads

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.

“She promised us a clean slate. Freedom from the hunt, from the bounties. All we had to do was kill someone for her, someone she claimed was her enemy.” My chest tightened, and I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that it drowned out everything else. Kaiden’s eyes darkened. “Who is this person?” Dren let out a low, chilling chuckle, his eyes locking onto mine again. The malice in his gaze was unmistakable. “The person…” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper, “…is none other than…..” Suddenly, Dren’s body convulsed violently. His head snapped back, and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Black blood gushed from his lips, spilling onto the floor as his body

As he saw the inscription. It can't be! This is impossible, Lex mused as he mouthed the words made out of human blood: HAIL HADES. HAIL THE BRINGER OF LIGHT. HAIL THE THREE-HEADED DOG. Lex could hear screams in his head. ••• Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The locket in Lex's mind went. Swaying in the darkness that was his thoughts. Trying to make the swaying pendulum come to a stop.

Dinner was an endurance test that she got through with gritted teeth and a good deal of precarious dignity, excusing herself immediately afterward by pleading a headache, and escaping to her room, where she stayed for the rest of the evening. Alanis half expected Brody to come and find her, and the tension of waiting, of both hoping and fearing that he would come, had made the headache a reality by the time she crawled into bed just after midnight, only to lie awake most of the night, tossing and turning in an agony of grief and anguish for the loss of something she had never had.

Misha is standing in the middle of that oblivion, with her sweat drips from her forehead and the dark, full of mystery, yet holding the death and sin of the underworld starting to play into one musical piece. “DRIP, DRIP, DRIP. JUST HOW LOVELY WOULD THEIR DECAPITATED HEAD, TORN FLESH, AND EYES WIDE SHOUT OPEN WILL APPEAR IN THE BROAD DAYLIGHT?” From her fast-beating heart and the warnings that she needed to confirm. With quite shivering hands and cold turn sweat, she slowly removes her glasses as the horror greeted her. A CURSE TO DIE! DIE! AND BETTER YET STILL DIE!

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

When I don't hear another sound after a while, I go back to sleep. "Anna!" I hear someone scream right next to me and I freeze. It is an eerie sound that causes all of my warning bells to go off in my head, but when I don't move, nothing happens. I lay there completely still for several hours with the sweat dripping down my face and I feel like I am going to die tonight. It's an inexplicable feeling of dread and sadness, but it's very real. "Anna." The scream is even louder now and it sounds like it's coming from inside my head.

Desmond shook his head at him "Argghhh" Nirvana screamed back to reality and her eyes immediately landed on Michael "He's a ghost" she screamed and held unto Desmond tight "I'm not a ghost, I'm a spirit being" Michael corrected "Do you believe me now?"Michael asked coming closer to her "You think I was afraid of that? I was only shock" Nirvana smirked "I love your boldness" Michael said "I'll go get you water.. Desmond disappeared and Nirvana fainted again "Desmond... She has fainted again" Michael said in his mind and Desmond appeared back

I feel the panic start to rise up in my chest and between running for my life and trying to keep calm well it's becoming difficult, no Calm down Bree this is just a dream I tell myself. A dream I’m dreaming and any minute I’m going to wake up, that seems to be short-lived when I feel something hot blast right past my face, holy shit that felt very fucking real, what the fuck was that? I reluctantly peer over my shoulder and instantly regret it, there are at least 8 people screaming and chasing after me. Where the fuck am I? And what do these people want? As I’m running I pass a sign that says Welcome to the city of Houndgrave known as the home of hell hounds. WHAT THE FUCK i scream out loud,

"Well, then. Let's hope for your sake that’s enough to keep you alive." His eyes widen in fear, and I can see the cracks forming in his composure. Good. Fear is the only tool that works with humans. I flick my wrist, and his head jerks violently to the side with a strained grunt, his body convulsing under the invisible pressure I wield. "You're... you're a Diremage," he gasps, fear flooding his wide eyes as they dart around the room, looking for any escape. "Yes," I say, my voice cold and measured. "Like your boss, Pete Delitroy. And something you should know about Diremages—we're dangerous, impatient, and we don’t hesitate."