Dread Our Wrath Novels & Stories

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?

It is quite fearful to be the sole aim of its spell. The warrior's nails dig into the muddy ground as he tries to bear the pain inflicted on him. He looks as though he is about to pass out and so are the wolves gathered except Cronus and me. Deimos's gushing pheromones envelopes us in a cloud of utmost submission. Wolves knees grow week and they fall to the ground head bowed whimpering and whining. The elders struggle to breathe as his wrath is set free.

Their eyes burned with purpose. “Have you come to fight alongside your father?” the leader sneered. Dillian didn’t answer. Instead, he and his group turned toward me. “We fight for what’s right,” Dillian said loudly. “Leave now, or we fight with the werewolves.” “You’re such a disgrace,” his father spat. The battle exploded again, even faster and angrier. Eastern sirens turned on Northern ones. The field became pure madness…claws, teeth, magic, and blood everywhere.

"I'm releasing Diana's original research. All of it. Every test subject. Every failure. Every horror." "The public will panic," Sarah warned. "They'll demand action," Ashlyn added. "Exactly. Force the choice – evolve or die." Marcus paused. "What will you choose, Penelope?" She looked at her glowing reflection. "I choose humanity." "Humanity chose extinction the moment it feared its own potential." The data hit the internet. Social media exploded. Fear turned to rage. "Military's moving into cities," Jonathan reported. "They're treating this as a terrorist threat."

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.

Sin jerks to his feet, throwing the shirtless man an intimidating look. But Wrath is named Wrath for a reason, because he steps forward, oozing with annoyance and anger. “That is the damned truth! You are not just mere sin.” He chuckles, humorlessly. “You are fucking evil. That is what you are. And do not think you are better than any of us. Abandoning us will never make you feel better about yourself; you are still..." Wrath trails for dramatic effect. "Evil." Abandonment?

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.

Sundown passed. I lost. “Do it,” I say. Wrath closes his eyes. “Yes, Mother.” He leaves. Draven and I stay. Silent. Mates. Enemies. The war for Duskbane starts now. And I’m on the wrong side of the door.

I glanced at Dimitri, hoping to find the answer in his eyes, but the same thoughts of reluctance I had seemed to be coursing through him as well. As much as I didn't want to fight these humans who were only taking orders from their king, I knew that the threat to our own home was far more important. "Constable Belikov, I think it's time you went and got your armor." DPOV Songs: Burn the Witch by Queens of the Stoneage, Claire de Lune by Claude Debussy, Zombie by Bad Wolves "Return the Sage Princess or we will attack!"

A thunderous war cry shattered the air as a wall of warriors stormed down the cliffs, their armor catching the dim light, weapons raised high, ready to tear through the enemy. At the front, Gamma Dwayne led the charge, his blade dripping with the blood of the first fallen creature. He smirked, barely winded. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he drawled. I let out a breath, meeting his sneer with one of my own. “Took your damn time.” “FOR THE ALPHA!” his voice thundered. Heather’s creatures barely had time to react before the first wave crashed into them. Steel clashed against darkness, claws tore through flesh, the scent of burning shadows filling the air.