Dread Our Wrath Novels & Stories

It was Wrath and his Lover Jophiel and the Seraph of hope and grace, Haniel. "Fucking hell! Not him." Both Greed and Caius spoke in unison. For they cannot fight Wrath like this. Lust, Sloth and Gluttony looked at the newly arrived people in shock yet relief when they saw wrath. But Lust as sharped as ever noticing Wrath and Jophiel holding hands realized something.

Damon's POV I drew my sword slowly. The black steel gleamed beneath the rising sun. The battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat. Thousands of warriors stood behind me. Waiting. Trusting. Following. I lifted my blade toward the sky. "Today we fight for our families!" A thunderous roar answered me. "For our homes!" The army shook the valley with their response. "For everyone waiting for us to return!" The sound that followed was deafening. Weapons slammed against shields. Wolves howled. Vampires bared their fangs. Witches unleashed sparks of magic into the air. I could feel Max raging inside me. Not a wolf.

Julian, still reeling from the brutal assault, struggled to regain his composure. Even though he had heard of Norman’s reputation, experiencing it firsthand was a different story entirely. The rumors hadn’t been exaggerated. "Mr. Carter." Julian sneered through a split lip, trying to feign confidence. "Breaking into my home and resorting to violence? Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit far?" "This is what you call far?" Norman’s entire presence radiated lethal intent, his dark, stormy gaze cold as death itself. "Let me show you what 'far' really looks like."

Jake said. “Fuck, now I can unclench my butthole,” Weasel said. K-9, Viking, and Rebel burst out laughing next to Jake as he shook his head. “There’s something really wrong with him,” Jake said. Omen climbed onto a table and raised his beer in the air. “Listen up, everyone. If you want to own it, patch it, otherwise Wrath’s going to fuck it!” More laughter erupted around the room, and Jake’s shoulders shook as he laughed. Hands clapped his shoulders and back and before he knew it, things had returned to normal.

He can get her into serious trouble. "I work here and my name is not Jes, it's Emily. You must be mixing me with someone else." Jes snapped at Nathan. "But if my memory serves me right then I think you must have forgotten your name Jes. Because there is no way in hell I can mix you with someone else." Nathan took a threatening step towards Jes but Jes did not cower away from his advances. 'You can do it!' Jes chanted inside her mind. Her stepfather had always taught her that if someone ever tries to intimidate you then don't cower away but attack him with all you have got.

She covered her mouth tightly instead, her eyes flashing with terror and selfishness. "Open the door! Jessica! You witch! I went out there for you, and you won't open the door?!" Julian cursed outside. Jessica not only refused to open the door, but she also dragged her swollen legs backward inch by inch until she reached the bedroom. Through the thick front door, she shouted, "Julian, you've been bitten! You're about to turn into a zombie! I can't open the door. If I do, I'll die too! You love me so much, so let me live! You can die in peace. I'll remember you forever!"

Billy responded, “That sounds good. You just don’t want to have to make more when you really need them. I nodded, “I agree. I will keep making more while I’m sitting then.” I continued making my spears and daggers as I watched a lot of warlocks fall into the crevasse. Dad filled it with fire for only five seconds, then mom closed it. She opened another one, not far from it, and I surrounded it with ice again. I started walking around the house and found another group starting to overpower our warriors. I raised a bunch of spears and launched them at only the eyes facing the house, then prayed that works. Less than a second later, every dark warlock in that group dropped and I missed every wa

Additional figures emerged from the depths—their eyes gleaming with malice, their forms twisted and menacing. “No!” I gasped. “They’re toying with us.” “There are too many!” Rachel panted, despair creeping into her voice as she exchanged glances with Ryder and Carrie. “No!” I countered, forcing confidence into my tone. “We are not going down without a fight.” In that instant, our collective resolve solidified. We stood taller, and shoulders squared, a pack united against an onslaught of freshly unleashed horrors. The black wolf’s pack advanced, dark shapes shifting with predatory grace. I could feel the chaos in the air—and then it exploded. A monstrous howl rose from the forest's depths, re

“Everything you love, everything you cherish, will burn!” I stepped forward, teeth bared, eyes glowing, voice sharp as steel. “We do not fear you!” Dresden stepped beside me, fangs flashing, aura blazing. “You are finished!” he roared. We struck together. Bond flaring, energy crashing into the vortex, my wolf and Dresden’s combined force shattering the corrupted shadows. The elder screamed, a sound that shook the sky, bent the ground, twisted reality. His energy faltered, split, and for a fleeting moment, vulnerability flashed in his eyes—a glimpse we seized with everything we had.

Back to the spirits arc. The spirits stood together in a tense, darkened room, their forms a swirling mass of shadows, frustration simmering beneath their ethereal surfaces. They had just killed their third victim, but satisfaction quickly turned to frustration. "God-damned," Wrath growled, his voice filled with anger. "This is the third person we've killed! We're not going to get ahead with our plans at this rate."