Dread Heads Novels & Stories

Decay. The flesh quivered. An arm reached out from the mesh, its broken nails clawed against the floorboards. Its head peeked out from the clump. Eyeless, with skin folded over the sockets. Its jaws parted, revealing rotting sharp teeth where drools of ichor streamed down. Jayce stared, horrified, as more bodies unwrapped themselves from one another. Their arms extended outward, like extended insect appendages. The bodies were sealed off at the waist, but morphed together with each body. It raised itself. Each head pointed towards Jayce, Aiden and the children.

Beside her, the chipmunk descends from the van and removes his oversized head, revealing—no surprises here—the sweaty head of Detective Mott. Our enemies march toward us, gaining speed. It’s the hazmat suits that scare us the most, because it means that something, somewhere, has gone world-endingly wrong. How will we continue to enjoy our drugs if all the drug dealers are bleeding from the eyes with some kind of hemorrhagic fever?

With gritted teeth, she turned the screen back on. The image that appeared still sent chills through her. It was a row of severed human heads, lined up on what looked like mushroom-growing racks. Four bloody heads... She had opened the message without any preparation, and the sight of the heads nearly scared her soul out of her body. She considered herself brave, but she wasn’t brave enough to stare at such a horrific scene without feeling terrified. Even after preparing herself, seeing the image again made her back shiver. The heads had their eyes closed, their faces drenched in blood. After a careful look, she recognized them: Dick, his two female companions, and another woman who was supp

TERROR. Intense dread, fright, or fear. A specific instance of being intensely terrified. Memories of the accident were the perfect definition of terror for Dylan Blake. It always felt like he was reliving the moment his car crashed against another and his mind never stopped playing the look of dread in Hannah’s expression as she stared at him. Most importantly, he was terrified of making eye contact with those emerald eyes and knowing there was nothing he could have done to save her. If only his heart hadn’t acted up that night, she might still be next to him.

Orlando would drag me down to the dungeons and both him and Daniel wouldn't think twice before putting a bullet in my head and shooting me dead for me going against them. I didn't know Dreads personally but I knew he worked for Orlando and his ora screamed danger. What I had not known was that he was a well known drug lord and if it ever got out there would be a film blown war. I looked into Dread's eyes pleading with him to let me speak but he held my gaze, tempting me not to. Praying and begging me not to. As I looked at him one more time, the gun to his head that jerks finger in the trigger. I went to open my mouth, His eyes begged me to keep it shut so I did. BANG!

She dialed Noah's number in urgency. “ I'm around. I need a job and a place to stay. If you don't mind, can we meet up now?” “ Erm...sure. Care to look behind you?” Kimberly tilted her head backwards slightly. She saw a young man few steps away from her. He waved at her before knocking on her forehead. “ What were you thinking? You didn't even seek me out.” Kimberly scrunched her face still rubbing her sore head. “ Can you please stop hitting my head . If my brain gets damaged who will marry me?”

“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

"Like how they're about to be killed by Scar's Seven Dread Warlords, who are starting a new era for us!" My mouth went dry as they both cackled at the naked fear on my face. Ruthlessly smothering my disgust, I sought reason in their gloating. Dread Warlords? Renaissance of their kind? Just what fresh hell were these nuts blathering about? Some new shock troop of twisted occult flunkies bred by Scar's crazed cult?

His gaze was emotionless, unwavering, as Ryker writhed in pain on the ground. “Never dare to try your luck again,” Dread said coldly, his voice like a death sentence. He aimed his hand at Ryker, and in an instant, Ryker’s entire rotting form was consumed by flames. “Because in every life, Blood Petal belongs to Dread Lord,” Dread added, his eyes glowing fiercely as Ryker’s body burned away into nothing.

Drevena pov “Who wants to play with me next?” Screams. Raw, piercing, terrified screams tore through the air as people ran for their lives. Bodies stumbled over each other, desperate to escape, desperate not to be next. The headless corpse lay sprawled on the ground, blood pooling beneath it, the metallic scent thick in the air but I didn’t spare it a glance. My eyes were fixed on the two standing before me. My preys. They stared back at me, fear and caution flickering in their eyes, the arrogance from before completely wiped away but that was the funny thing about humans.