Dread Our Wrath Novels & Stories

His voice rumbled with a dangerous edge, sending shivers down the spines of anyone within earshot. Kurt, the middle triplet, radiated an intense aura of power as his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. His muscles bulged with the raw strength that surged through his veins, ready to unleash a torrent of retribution upon their enemy. His voice, deep and resonant, reverberated with a chilling promise. "You have awoken a wrath within us that you cannot begin to comprehend. No one hurts our Mate and gets away with it."

He growled pointing a finger at her, "I'm sure you are the reason behind this. I believe that I made a lot of contributions to the werewolf kingdom and everyone here can attest to that. I almost died on the battlefield several times and the soldiers I led suffered numerous casualties. But you, a woman, who has never had all that, wants to treat me as an equal? I have an explanation for all this because this is absolute rubbish!" "She is Doris, the Goddess of War!" I suddenly blurted out disclosing a part of Doris' identity. "And as a werewolf who had defeated the moon wolf, her strength is enough to gain her respect." "You don't mean it?" Drake started laughing like what I had just said was

"A werewolf will bring ruin to us all!" King Alaric's face immediately turned pale, flushed with fear and dread. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the expressions of horror on the faces of his subjects. Witches, vampires, and humans alike all shared the same dread. Without wasting time, the king raised his hand and issued the decree that would set off a chain of events no one could have predicted. "Kill them all," he commanded, his voice cold and resolute. "Every last werewolf in the land."

“Fuck you and your twisted plans! You are so unfair and you don't even care about the werewolves you made! All you know how to do is to sit up there on your fat ass, playing cruel jokes that will end up hurting people. I don't need you meddling in my life anymore, you sick, ugly bitch!” “Alpha, don't say that, please. You don't want to anger the Goddess!” Seyric warned but I was beyond caring. I slapped his hands away from me and shoved him off the hill. Why should I care about anybody when the one person I did care about the most was gone? “Kill them all!” Dante cried out, bloodthirsty for revenge. “Burn down the world and everyone in it! They hate us, they want to hurt us all the time and

My breath came in shallow, desperate gasps. “No—please!” The words ripped out of me, raw and broken. My voice cracked as fear strangled it. “Please, don’t do this!” Reid’s eyes narrowed, dark with unrelenting judgment. “Start whipping her until she talks!” he barked, his voice carrying the weight of finality. The warriors prepared, the whip dangling from one man’s hand, its leather curling like a serpent hungry for flesh. My blood ran cold. I could already imagine it slicing across my skin, tearing me apart until nothing of me was left.

The sea wasn't water. It was darkness. Living darkness. The entire ocean rose toward the sky. Higher. Higher. Higher. Until it towered above the city itself. People screamed. Buildings collapsed. The stars disappeared. And from within that impossible darkness, a voice spoke. One word. One name. Ashrael. The vision shattered. Reality returned. Evelyn collapsed to one knee. Nearby, Rowan fell against the wall. Blood dripped from his nose. The chamber spun around them. Elara looked furious.

I screamed as I stood up in front of them. I gave my army a grave glare. Then, without noticing, my eyes sparkled like gold. “Leave no ashes behind! Rise from the very bottom of our wrath with the power bestowed upon us!” I raised my hands, screaming, sending my men a message. The intense wind then accompanied my war cry as the sky cried out its anger with rain and thunder. Embers and flames slowly disappeared the moment the heavens shed tears. After years of silence and living in tranquility—the nightmare I had experienced before was happening again. I became a coward, afraid to risk another time.

I want them to pay for what they did to my wife. "Three are dead. Only the leader is left alive." Then she slipped out of the hug. "Who is he?" I ask. I want to know that idiot is. It's a sin against God, but I want that animal's life to end in my hands. I can if I will. I will make him suffer like hell in my hands until he himself ends his life. "His name is Kranky. But he's not the one you should face. It's the person who ordered him." Hatred and angry are in her eyes while saying that asshole's name.

Damon won't lie but that shrill siren has scared everyone, he could see fear swarming in the eyes of his warriors. "This is our time. We will take vengeance for the blood they've spilled, for our families and our loved ones. We are going to f*cking take our pack back!" Damon growled in a thunderous voice full of adrenaline and power as his warriors roared. He was overwhelmed by the determination on their faces, some of them were young, and some even looked scared but had brave faces. He will protect them, each one of them. He had to. They look up at him. He was their Alpha.