Dread Our Wrath Novels & Stories

Now he is building each of the plans with someone else, and I am left in the darkness. "You deserve the pain, you choose to be hurt and miserable, blame yourself," I whispered and leaned against the wall. Hoping to have a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is another battle to make a living. And I'll go back to black.

the witches wrath was legendary,they strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest warriors. So everyone stood frozen, our eyes fixed on their ghostly figures, our breathing was shallow and silent. The fate of everyone our souls hung in the balance. One misstep or one careless word, and the witches' wrath would descend upon us. So we all stay there frozen.

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

As I settled back into my throne, a low laugh bubbled up from deep within my throat; It was long, gathering, growing. A hymn of dark madness and joy. It echoed against the walls until the very stones trembled with fear. They thought they'd broken something, No. They'd let loose the Wrath of Azure. Let the world behold the fury of Azure, let the heavens grow dark with my wrath.

It felt like someone grabbed my heart and squeezed. The suffocating pain made my vision blur black at the edges. "Ginny! Daddy's here! Wake up!" I screamed until my throat tore, snatching up a brick from the ground and slamming it against the driver-side window. A loud crack split the air. Spider web fractures spread across the glass. The moment she saw me smashing the window, Shanon's shrill voice pierced the air. "Leomund! Have you lost your mind?"

"Your taste is truly unique, going for a woman in her fifties. You two can spend the rest of your lives in prison. I'll even arrange for you two to be together in the same cell. That's how kind I am." Danny was so furious that his eyes turned red as blood trickled down. After the last arrest, they had treated his eyes. While he was a little better, his vision would never fully recover. His muscles locked tight as he roared, "You witch! You're all witches! All of you played me!" Just like I expected, the second he saw "Ruby", he broke through his restraints and punched her straight in the eye. The acid burns had not healed, and with that blow, her damaged skin peeled away and fell down.

Vulk snarled violently beneath my skin. “No,” I rasped immediately. “No.” The Oracle’s silver gaze sharpened slightly. “The Dreadlord seeks to break his spirit before binding him completely.” Rage exploded so hard my Alpha pheromones burst uncontrollably into the air. Several warriors trembled. “I’ll kill him,” I growled. The Oracle stepped closer. “The Dreadlord knows this.” I froze. “He has waited years for your rage,” she said softly. “Because rage clouds judgment.”

"Let this be the day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand for the Northlands!" The roar that follows nearly splits the sky. "Now for wrath!" I shout, lifting my fist into the air. "Now for vengeance! To a new dawn!" The men echo the cry, their voices a single unstoppable force. "TO A NEW DAWN!"

“Or what I want anymore.” Her breath hitched slightly. “What do you mean?” she asked. I tightened my hold on her just enough to ground both of us. “War is already upon us,” I said. Her body went still.. Completely still. “And I fear,” I continued, my voice dropping further, “it is far bigger than anything Clawfrost and even Grimfang prepared for.” She pulled back slightly, searching my face as a flicker of fear began to surface. “Darius…” she whispered.

Dante returns back in human form and attempts to distract Rio with his malicious words. “Their blood is on you. They would have been still alive if it weren’t for you who gave them the courage to defy me, their Alpha. These cowards are fine back when they are hiding in the dark, keeping their sentiments to themselves. But because of you, giving them false hope, they thought they could win this war. Now, look at them soaked with their own blood, lifeless. Shame on you packless werewolf.” How good is Dante making people look like they are the ones to be blamed rather than he?