Dread Our Wrath Novels & Stories

The Wraith screamed, shadows bursting from him, twisting, writhing, before being sucked into the blade, the darkness tearing away piece by piece. The Wraith’s eyes met hers, fear and fury mixing in his silver gaze. “This is not the end,” he rasped. Raven held his gaze, her Shadow steady. “It is for you.” With a final scream, The Wraith’s body shattered into black mist, dissolving into the cold air, leaving nothing but silence. For a moment, the world was still. Then the warriors of Shadowstorm let out a cry of victory, voices lifting into the cold night, a sound of defiance, of survival, of hope.

He growled pointing a finger at her, "I'm sure you are the reason behind this. I believe that I made a lot of contributions to the werewolf kingdom and everyone here can attest to that. I almost died on the battlefield several times and the soldiers I led suffered numerous casualties. But you, a woman, who has never had all that, wants to treat me as an equal? I have an explanation for all this because this is absolute rubbish!" "She is Doris, the Goddess of War!" I suddenly blurted out disclosing a part of Doris' identity. "And as a werewolf who had defeated the moon wolf, her strength is enough to gain her respect." "You don't mean it?" Drake started laughing like what I had just said was

Emory hissed at her. “Don’t think just because you’ve come into power you can beat me.” Aworyn warned, and Emory felt the ground shake. “I could end that wretched Dracan in an instant!” Emory’s rage burned fiercely, provoked by Aworyn’s ominous warning. In spite of the trembling ground beneath her feet, she kept her gaze focused on Aworyn, taking deliberate steps towards her. “You must know I am not afraid of you. I will wring your neck with my bare hands if anything happens to Rodyn. For your own good, stop this madness!”

The words on the note sent a chill down our spines: "I'm coming for you!" Derick's grip tightened around the box, his face contorted with a mix of anger and determination. He growled through clenched teeth, his voice laced with an undeniable sense of brutality. "It seems I'll have to unleash my full power once again, so these little werewolves can understand their place!" With a fierce toss, he hurled the box aside, its contents scattered on the ground. We wasted no more time in that vicinity, hastily retreating from the scene. The threat hanging over us became more palpable, our steps heavy with the weight of uncertainty.

Bear fiercely booms out our war cries and the rest of us join in. "Never shall I bend my knees before any lord or chieftain. Into the dark valley, I shall march. Holding my axes, my wolves at alert. Let us sound the war cry of those who dare to be brave. If I die today then I pray my soul be welcome in Valhalla. The war is over, then let me feast with my Lord Odin. Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo Woo!..." After the war chants, I say "For any hopes of beating this bastards, this is what we will do..."

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.

" He stammered, scrambling for lies to cover things up. "I'm just an ordinary guy! What could I have done? I didn't want Mia to get hurt either!" An ordinary guy who could afford a villa in the suburbs. An ordinary guy driving a multi-million-dollar luxury car. An ordinary guy with a monthly income in the ten-thousands. "Kieran, have you ever heard of the saying—never provoke a mother, especially one who's lost her mind?" Dagger in hand, I cut open his shirt. Whipping out my marker pen, I drew a circle over where his kidney was. I let the tip of my blade glide along his skin, stirring a wave of shivers through his body.

Natzy stared at the glowing words, her pulse pounding in her ears. Around them, the whispers grew louder. Panic spread like wildfire. And in the distance, something moved. A shadow. Shifting across the sand. Natzy's hand tightened around her dagger. 'Whatever's coming,' she thought, her eyes were cold and sharp, 'I'll be ready.' The hourglass continued to fall. Tick. Tick. Tick. * * *

Dravens P.O.V Rage. Rage is what I feel as mine and my brother's small army rip the limbs from the bodies of these savages. Their army greeted us at a northern shore we had landed on, casting magic to take out only a small handful of my warriors however after their casting they were to exhausted to participate in combat, my people had the upper hand. We are faster and more violent, their spells spun past us in an array of colors as they try to make one land on us but we are quick and dodge most with ease. "Leave at least one alive!" I command as my wolves rip the witches to shreds "why Brother?" Demanded Mordrid with his black eyes now piercing me with irritation

The air crackled with untold stories, and the very fabric of their reality seemed to quiver with the weight of what was to come. Together, they stood united, a small but determined group, ready to defend her against the fearsome threat of Fenrir. The clash and the echoing battle cries filled the air as they braced themselves for the impending confrontation. Amidst this chaotic scene, Darius, with his heart ablaze with valor, stepped forward, his intentions noble.