Dread Our Wrath Novels & Stories

my mother begged. I just shook my head at her, to all of them. “You will never see me for a long time,” I said. “And when I go back, it must scare all of you because I will not just come back to do nothing,” that moment, I knew that the love I had for them vanished in exchange of hatred that ate me up. For the old Faith that they abused and neglected, and for my child that they didn't spare from their cruelty. “I will come back and make you taste my own wrath,” itsclarixass

His blood boiled for retribution, allowing no room for diversion or restraint. Meanwhile, Drax lay in the throes of indulgence, ensconced in the comforts of his bed, flanked by two companions. Their moment of pleasure was shattered by frantic knocks and commotion outside. Drax, alarmed, donned his navy-blue robe and peered out the window, his brow furrowed at the sight of his fallen men. Before he could utter a word, his door burst open, revealing the formidable black wolf.

I leaned forward, planting my hands on the polished surface of the table between us, making sure she saw the desperation and the fury warring in my gaze. “It spoke to me, Evelyn. It called itself a goddess. It talked about a reckoning, about an age of blood and shadow. It called it the Great Uprising. This was not the raving of a stressed she-wolf. This was a proclamation. A threat.” Evelyn held my gaze, but her composure was cracking. The smile was gone. Her lips were pressed into a thin, pale line. “You're on the brink of a war, Alpha Daven. Your mind is playing tricks on you. You're seeing monsters where there are only enemies. It’s understandable.”

His massive black wolf tore through the distance between him and his father, but it was too late. Adolphus collapsed, his mighty form crumpling like a felled tree. His breathing was shallow, his golden eyes dimming. “Father!” Dorian’s voice cracked with despair as he reached his fallen sire. The Shadow Fang warriors surged forward, sensing weakness, but Dorian’s grief ignited into rage. His wolf lashed out with unparalleled ferocity, ripping through the enemy ranks. He didn’t stop, not even as his own guards—Cain and the others—struggled to keep up. Blood soaked the ground as he tore heads from bodies, his snarls echoing in the carnage.

And with that, River raises his fist and screams, “FOR THE PACK!” A battle cry erupts from my lips, igniting the warriors behind me into a frenzy of motion as we charge forward, a wave of fury and determination crashing against the enemy line. The forest around us seems to roar in approval, and I know in my heart that we will not fight alone. Together, we are unstoppable. Together, we will prevail.

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."

"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

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.