Dread Our Wrath Novels & Stories

I fully-fledged ignored him for the whole month but that day luck was not on my side. The day when our Hate War officially started... ****Vote and Comment***

When it looked like no one was going to intervene he smirked at his friend. "I think she's all alone." “Trust me, you’ll regret laying your hands on me,” I warned, trying to keep my voice from shaking but they just watched me with mirth as though I was a mouse cornered. “There is that entitlement!” “I’d like to wipe that off as I fuck your mouth, princess. It'd be enough revenge for what your father had put us through. ” His words pierced through my terrified state. Dante had said the same thing to me. I met the gaze of the Italian one and spat at him. "Why don't you go and fuck yourself instead."

“We go to war today. It is something none would forget. If you cannot accept that or only sees this as a game. I urge you to move forward. Let’s see until when or where you get to be brave.” As expected, none of the wolves reacted. They chose to be silent and let it happen that only one wolf was sacrificed. “None, Great Alpha!” – one man from the crowd chanted The rest followed, forming a chorus. Then that became a chant. And it got longer. By time, everyone’s cheering on “None, Great Alpha! You are great and powerful. we will fight for you, we will fight with you, we will live up your name! Hail, Great Alpha Draco!”

My wolf growled low under my skin, I stepped toward him fast. He didn’t move away or challenge me. “Then I’ll remind her.” Blaine tensed behind me. Silence spread like oil across the stone. “You’re not acting like an Alpha,” Darian said slowly. “I’m acting like a man cleaning up a mistake.” “You rejected her.” “And now I take her back.” “She won’t come.” “Then I’ll bring the war to her doorstep.” Lucan shook his head. “You’re letting obsession drive strategy.” “No,” I said. “I’m letting obsession finish what fate started.”I turned to leave but paused at the door.

"Who are you calling a bitch?" Tara was already upset after driving in circles but failing to locate me. She broke down after Preston laid his hand on her. Sitting on the ground, she wailed, "You are still in love with your first crush, after all! Preston Whitmore, remember: you were out of my league before the partnership with Harlan Group. Now that you're rich, you immediately go to your first crush! I will not let that happen." Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints.

Gurudza at the distance searching for Gwanhoya feels the malice being cause by wrath and follows the direction to the enchanted forest quickly. Wrath at this point has just killed a few people in Alabaster Weald and he feels a menacing corrupt power getting closer to his location and he stops waiting for it to come closer to him so he can face it and excitement of fighting a worthy opponent takes a grip of him. A black lightning descends and Wrath jumps to the side dodging it. With a smile on his disfigured face. He inhales in deeply waiting for his attacker to show holding the air in. Gurudza appears right behind him and he quickly turns and blows fire out of his mouth.

Rage flooded him as he glared at them with eyes spitting fire. A hushed silence fell over the small crowd as their fear tripled. “Get ready to face my wrath. I'm about to rain hell!” ****Something is about to happen, guys. Don't miss the next chapter.

They consumed and consumed until there was nothing left of Iztal. In the end, they turned on themselves, as Dannie saw in the nightmare when she first arrived, until they discovered how the wolf spirits escaped Iztal. Her nightmare shifted, leaving her nauseous, to the Great War between the deabru and the werewolves and their human allies. Dannie saw her dad. Though he looked nothing like he did now, she knew it was him. Dark hair tossed back by the wind, he was smaller but much broader than he is now. The armor he wore made him look like something out of a Greek myth. He stood over a crowd of men, all dressed similarly, urging them to valor and bravery against the deabru.

--- Tomorrow, I’ll call my war council. Not the old packs. Not the broken rogues. Something darker. The Dreaded Seven. A cabal of wolves who answer only to power and payment. They don’t believe in prophecy. They believe in fear. And if Thorold wants to prove he’s worthy of this world, then let him bleed for it. Let him see that the war won’t wait for his coronation. It will come from within. From blood. From me. --- I stand on the balcony once more, the wind tearing through my hair like a challenge.

She asks naively as I saw a few warriors clench their jaws while Isaac arched his brow unimpressed by his cousin's "We are not mere security guards, we are not just called upon to handle little tiffs. We are the protectors of the realm, we are the guardians of our people. We Are Wrath... We are War." He says fiercely as his aura starts to leak while my beast fought against submission and wanting to protect our now shivering mate.