Dread Our Wrath Novels & Stories

Then someone shouts—from the back. “She’s a curse!” Another voice joins it. “She’ll bring ruin to us all!” “She carries old blood, unclean blood!” Storm surges, furious gone was the snarky little wolf she was. Say the word and I’ll paint the walls. Wolves begin to press forward. Alphas bristle. Betas bare teeth. Fear curdles into violence. Draven moves instantly. Power rolls off him like a storm front. The torches gutter. The floor cracks beneath his boots.

He turned towards them, his eyes pitch red again, and he slowly marched to them like a predator stalking its prey while he kept chanting. “Eshkavi tor’vah… eesh-ka-vi tor’vah… Muraan desh’vaki drael… Lor’thien va’shara… Dren’sul ma’thera…” “Sha’reth nul vae’korin… Vel’duum thraka’ren sol… Kharos ven dra’thelai… Umvar shen’va… shen’va…” The mother and daughter were crying hysterically now, trying to run from Wes’s stronghold, but they couldn't. The sky had turned black, and thunder rumbled, shaking the foundation of the building.

I leaned forward, planting my hands on the polished surface of the table between us, making sure she saw the desperation and the fury warring in my gaze. “It spoke to me, Evelyn. It called itself a goddess. It talked about a reckoning, about an age of blood and shadow. It called it the Great Uprising. This was not the raving of a stressed she-wolf. This was a proclamation. A threat.” Evelyn held my gaze, but her composure was cracking. The smile was gone. Her lips were pressed into a thin, pale line. “You're on the brink of a war, Alpha Daven. Your mind is playing tricks on you. You're seeing monsters where there are only enemies. It’s understandable.”

I let my eyes sweep across the crowd, meeting the fierce stares of my pack mates, their faces mirroring the burning desire for justice that raged within me. "We will not rest, we will not falter, until Am Amia is nothing but a distant memory. Her betrayal and defiance are an insult to our values, our heritage, and the very essence of our wolf nature. Today, we declare war on her and her dark magics. We will hunt her down, expose her to the light, and rip her limb from limb if necessary." My voice echoed with a promise of relentless pursuit and brutal vengeance.

" Kent had a grudge against them. He had been lying low for more than seven years, just waiting for this chance to take revenge. I didn't have the right to speak. And would gladly hold his hands as he unleashes hell on them However, when I thought about Jared's tactics, I couldn't help but worry: "How do you know for certain that you will win? What if you lose? That family and Jared, they’re powerful. I'm afraid." "Afraid of what? Afraid that I can’t beat him and lose everything?" "Mhm." "Heh, that won’t happen. If I wasn’t at least a bit prepared, how would I dare stir things up? I have everything planned for this time; I'll make sure this guy never recovers." Kent chuckled softly. "Sam, yo

"You dare to summon me here, on my wedding day, under the pretense of a welcome, only to sit me in the center like prey and take turns dressing your insults as fucking conversation." I looked each of them dead in the eye. "I don't need your approval. And I certainly don't need to be liked by women who think cruelty is a substitute for class." Lydia attempted to stand, but I stuck out a hand to stop her, continuing. "I don't care if you're Lycans, nobles, or daughters of fucking gods. I am Luna of the Wrath Pack, and as long as that title is attached to my name, your spite, your gossips, your disguised arrogance, your 'acceptance' mean absolutely nothing to me. They're as worthless to me as y

"You loved us most, right? We know we screwed up." Before I could even open my mouth, Della freaked. Tears poured as she wailed, "You're my brothers. You're really dumping me?!" They sneered in unison. "Your mom wrecked our family. Don't call us your brothers. Makes us sick." Della lost it—screaming, threatening to kill herself. The three losers? Didn't even flinch. They just tuned her out like she wasn't there. Spoiler: she didn't actually do anything.

Chapter 48 Jake's pov The windshield wipers on my sports car slammed back and forth. I leaned closer to the steering wheel. My eyes scanned the side of the road. I knew she would be here somewhere. I knew my brother. Dante was a monster when he was angry. He was a man who burned everything he touched without looking. And tonight thanks to the little trap I had built he had burned Kayla. Then my headlights caught her.

Yadira clutched her cheek, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at Wyot. “You’ve conspired with outsiders and brought chaos into our territory. Aren’t you afraid of the Chancellor’s wrath?” Her words sparked indignation among the high-ranking members of the Dooms, who began to criticize Wyot. Amidst the uproar, Wyot’s fists trembled before a terrifying and potent aura burst from his body. A powerful wind surged through the hall, silencing the high-ranking members instantly as they struggled to withstand the force.

Him—dripping in blood, swordless but smirking like a wolf. We were a painting of wrath. A duet of ruin.