Dread Our Wrath Novels & Stories

This can't be. “Please, I just want to be loved. How can you defy the mate bond, something as precious as this?” I looked at him, crying as I clutched my chest, panting hard. “She wants to be loved,” someone shouted, laughing. “Go cry somewhere else bitch,” I heard a male voice laughing. I looked around me, my body trembling, barely standing. Kalen didn't say anything, just looked at me. "It's done. Dante, get this trash out of my sight before I—"

“Are we but weak pups, squealing and mewling with our tails between our legs? Have we forgotten our lineage? Have we perhaps lost sight of what is bigger? Our Creed? I know you are all hurting. I know spirits are low. I worry for your children, I do. I mourn for the injured. But I will not sit put. I will avenge. I will call upon the spirits of my forefathers to guide me as I vanquish our enemy. Long have we cowered in secrecy. No longer. Tonight, the wolves march!” At first, there was pure silence, a fact that worried me. Had I just delivered this rousing speech for nothing? Had their spirits broken completely? The next second, there was an uproar of cheer and agreement from the crowd. “Eve

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how

he bellowed, a twisted smirk adorning his face. Aurora's eyebrows shot up in fear as she locked her gaze with Jericho's piercing eyes. The realization of the impending torture sent shivers down her spine, knowing the deep hatred the two brothers held towards her. Despite her training to remain unyielding, Jericho had managed to break through her defenses. She could only imagine the excruciating pain that awaited her at the hands of the king, now that she had learned her death had been postponed.

The anger in the words was felt, it burning hot with me just boiling myself. We did not need them. We could do this, but the fact that Dante had put himself through this torture and humiliation showed that we were really in a bad position. He, himself was very good at fighting and so fast. If he was scared for his people then as the werewolf king had said, we were surely fucked so bad. I felt the dread wash over me. How many were the dragons? But they were a lot and the fact that our population had been just cut by the werewolves and the dragons themselves did not help. Most of the warriors were dead, so the people left could not fight to save their lives. This was bad, this was really bad.

Her wolf told her, but it's basically clear because her eye color is back to the way it was, not bloody like his eyes. " Oh, slanderer, who cursed the one who made you a thousand." Cursed March with an eruption to climb Maine trying to rip his neck but it's very difficult Maine panicked when he felt his fur being pulled out between his teeth. “ Attack!” He commanded them to run quickly and all of them had the same target..that black wolf called the god of war! They pushed him hard so that Maine howled weakly, so he fell to the ground and the flesh of his neck got stuck between his teeth

My chest tightened, fury boiling hotter with every one that got past me. Rhea. I bellowed, tearing another wolf from my flank and flinging its body against a tree. But for every one I struck down, two more pressed forward. A cry split the battle — not from the enemy, but one of mine. I turned, instincts roaring louder than bloodlust. Two Dreadmaws had dragged one of my Draven to the ground. He thrashed beneath them, his throat already torn open, his eyes blazing with desperate defiance even as death closed in.

They grinned with too many teeth and the forest recoiled. Heat flared as Wrath stormed onto the field, scorching the grass to ash. Blackened armor hugged a colossal frame, glowing cracks bleeding light through the plates. Chains wrapped their arms, spitting sparks with every movement. Their cloak was torn and dark with old blood. Wrath was a storm in a body.

He faced her, the distance between them was quite a wide one. “ Being a mother doesn't make you a dictator of our lives! This is the real reason Finn left. Your urge to protect the family name and to uphold the honor of Winters family is really sickening. You really have the nerve to accuse Finn of disappearing when you were the one who pushed his to dead head. He only had to leave to keep his sanity. “ Have you forgotten? You were scared of how the world will view and judge our family because of his sexual orientation. You fucking drugged my brother to get him hooked up with some shameless morons!” He shouted in frustration. Even Barbara looked startled at his raised voice.

"We will not let them burn our world to ashes," Rhea said, her voice a low, furious growl. She was at the head of the war table, a map of the packs surrounding them spread out before them. "We will show them the strength of unity. The strength of balance." Ash stood beside her, his hand on her shoulder, a silent assurance of his presence. "Darius Blackmaw and Wynter Valez have joined forces. Wynter's rage and Darius's hatred. It's a deadly combination."