Dread Heads Novels & Stories

As Daryl returns, his hands are splattered in blood, he is flanked by two men from his pack and he walks straight to Cole, muttering between them. “What do you think they are talking about?” I ask Amber, my hearing still wasn’t the greatest and she turned to face me with a screwed up face, “The heads had been removed” The vomit came fast and I barely missed puking on Amber. Daryl rushes to my side and pulls my hair back from my face, rubbing my back as the vomit continues to come, the very idea of headless bodies was disgusting. As I finally stop and stand back up, Amber is grinning “You definitely have not seen some of the things I have”

As I lift my eyes to the scene playing before me, my stomach knots in fear. Damien is covered in blood from head to toe. Headless bodies are piled on the floor and I see another join the pile, the heads thrown around, scattered. There is a large group of males standing in a corner, cowering, and it takes me a good minute to recognize them as the heads of the noble families. “Betray me?” Damien laughs and his laughter is the single most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard in my life. “Was I too lenient with you?”

- Kaye the group slowly moves to the things that they saw and a horrifying revelation before their very own eyes the road was full of blood, and it scatters a dozen of a human head around! *BWEEE!* Dessa can’t take it anymore and vomit to the side the smell of blood was still fresh “the blood here was still fresh... don’t let your guard down”- Bobby “this head... where are they’re bodies...”- Jimboy *crunch* *crunch* *sshrriek..* and near to the place, there is this thing that is feeding the bodies of the people earlier! “t-that’s... t-their bodies...”- Jimboy

“It’s one of those weird names. Breacadh An Lae Dearg.” “Red Dawn? That doesn’t sound menacing at all. Oh, no, I expect they have a bloody sickle as their brand symbol. I can just see their merch now. A bloody sickle on a baseball cap and t-shirt.” “So, I pronounced it correctly?” “Don’t listen to him. He made me type the name into g****e to search up how to pronounce it properly.” “Well, thank you. At least, he respected me enough to try. It’s like buying flowers when I’d love a new muffler.” Ian frowned at her.

I can’t place why but realizing that she’s a D’Amore has triggered something in me. A wave of intense anger pounded in my head—one phrase on a constant loop. ‘Kill the D’Amore’ My arm around August fell as I clutched my head with both hands. The voice in my head kept getting louder, angrier, and more sinister as it repeated the phrase. I didn’t feel like me. What’s happening to me? “Tiberius?” My mate called my name, but it caused the pounding in my head to go double time. “Ki…Kill the D…Kill the D’Amore…”I felt like a zombie as I repeated the phrase on a loop in my head.

My breathing was shallow and my steps were light, so I heard them. Two voices came from a room at the end of the hallway, urgent yet quiet. I crept closer, pressing myself into the darkness. "...he will survive this," Cruella growled. "He won't," said another, scathingly assured. "No one lives through the Dreadmoor." My blood turned to ice. The Dreadmoor? My heart thumped as I edged closer. Cruella spoke again, "What do you think will happen if he doesn't return? The pack will not—"

Chapter Eighteen Happy?!! He was wondering if I was happy?!! He just waltzed in with a bunch of heads!! I stared in shock as the other servants quickly rushed to discard of the heads that was laid on the floor. The sight, horrific and unlike anything I’d ever seen. No matter what he says, or claimed to be, Rowan lived up to his name—monster. I stepped back, right into Lenore’s arms before we both sank into the damp ground. She patted my shoulder gently,

Every article is dissected, twisted, ripped open like prey. Conjecture. Theories. Speculations. There are even pictures of me. And Chloe. My stomach drops lower. A headline screams at me — Little girl dies in horror mansion. There’s a photo of young Damion. Blood all over him. Sitting beside his sister’s body. His face wrecked with tears. I stop breathing. The image burns into me. Another headline — Reaper champion kills 5-year-old. My pulse pounds in my ears. Damion stands next to a piece of metal that looks like part of a motorcycle, hands tangled in his hair, face twisted in anguish. A teenager, drowning in something he doesn’t understand yet.

Their screams were so painful that the ears of everyone started to hurt . " No one dares to tarnish the reputation of my beloved bride . Not even worthless beings like yourselves . " said Eskylrious with a scary expression . He raised his hand and flip of his fingers , all their heads were sliced off . The dead bodies and the heads rolling on the ground terrified everyone around .

A sweet sickly smell drapes over them follow by the roaring sounds of flies. Laurin points to the mountain and Indra raises her eyes. The dead trees in the alley are replaced by poles with impaled heads. Some of the rotting heads still have hair and teeth left, but most of the heads have been picked cleaned down to the bone by the crows. All of them have one thing in common – their deaths were full of terror, and their gaping mouths testify to their screams at the moment of death.