Dread Our Wrath Novels & Stories

"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?

“About the future of the clan.” “I’ve already said, the clan’s affairs have nothing to do with me.” “But the situation is dire,” Marcus said urgently. “It’s not just the Black Obsidian and the hunters. Even clans in Eastern Europe have heard of our weakness. They all want a piece of the pie.” Elder Amelia nodded. “Two more clans issued challenges last night. If we can’t reactivate the Warding within a week, we’ll be facing an all-out war.” “Then you should talk to your capable princess,” I said lightly.

A murmur rippled through the ranks, a mix of agreement and fear. “Tonight, he has declared war,” Dante continued. “And tomorrow, I will show him what war truly means. I will burn his strongholds. I will hang his captains by their tongues from the walls of their own castles. I will make his name a curse whispered by mothers to frighten their children. And when I find him, when his coward’s heart beats its last, I will carve it from his chest and show it to the world.” The soldiers, exhausted and broken, still found their voices rising in a roar at their king’s words. The Wrath of the King was not just vengeance—it was fuel, igniting the embers of their resolve.

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

I felt his wolf roar inside him. I brought my hands up between us. The light flared bright and hot. Drax cried out and let go. He fell to one knee on the platform. I looked down at him. My breathing came steady now. "You rejected the wrong girl," I said. Drax looked up. His eyes showed pain and anger and something else. Something close to fear. "This is not over," he said. "The Council will come. The whole pack will come." The platform shook. Cracks appeared in the floor around us. The silver light pulsed like a heartbeat.

With that said, they all fell silent. “She will not threaten me or my people for a man that eliminated our race and my family. If a war she wants, then war it shall be. Play Song: This Is War by Mathew Reitzel – (Feat. Richard Farrell) We will stand together, united, and not divided. We will fight like never before to protect and save our packs. They may Be Bampires but we’re wolves and we have the power to take them out!” I shout with A Vengeance!

They drew upon their combined magic, their love and resilience a beacon of hope in the face of Drax's darkness. Drax watched the exchange with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement. "How touching," he sneered. "But it won't be enough. You can't hide from the truth forever." With a wave of his hand, Drax summoned a horde of shadow wolves from the darkness. They emerged from the shadows, their forms flickering like dying flames, their eyes burning with the same malevolent fire that burned in Drax's gaze. The wolves snarled and growled, their teeth bared in a chorus of hatred and violence.

It shattered with a loud crash, the shards scattering across the floor. The loud thud echoed, and the werewolves in the room flinched, their eyes wide with fear. My wrath was a palpable force, making the air thick with tension. I glared at them, my chest heaving as I fought to contain my fury. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and one of my men hurried in, his face pale and eyes wide with urgency. "Alpha Darius," he stammered, holding out a letter. "What is it?" I snapped, snatching the letter from his trembling hands. I tore it open, my eyes scanning the hastily scrawled message.

“YOU are being unreasonable.” “STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!” She yelled. “I’M NOT BOSSING YOU AROUND. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO SUFFER ALONE, PENELOPE! NO! I’M NOT ALLOWING IT.” He hit the steering wheel. He was breathing rapidly.

🌬️ Her inner voice growled at her. 🌬️do you think you will keep running from this huh?🌬️ 🌬️Louis is destined to die and you stupid b*tch won't change the fact🌬️ 🌬️Your body won't rest till it gets what's it wants.. and when the time comes, bet me you won't stand to feel the pains🌬️ 🌬️The trauma🌬️ 🌬️The wrath 🌬️