Dreadgod Novels & Stories

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

His eyes sat too far apart and his nose looked as if someone tried to pull it off his face by the tip. "Danny. How are you my boy?" Greed said. "How many times do I have to tell you idiotic people that my name in Daniel. Not Danny. Life really has been shit lately. How about you, Preacher?” " There is no need for all the hostility, and I apologize, I was told that you preferred to be called Danny,I will certainly not make that mistake again.” Daniel was starting to get irritated, his pupils began to dilate and his wings were starting to show from under his jacket. Daniel may not have been anything but a tortured soul himself, but when he was angry he became the equivalent to the deathbringer

Sera said senselessly as she admired the house "Albert, Albert! Albert!! Its been a while I saw you... Are things going as planned? A voice echoed round the room "Yes my Lord" Albert replied while Sera kept looking around hoping to see the person talking when suddenly a man appeared from no where making her flinch slightly "Here is the girl" He said pushing Sera towards Lord Kono Lord kono was once a member of the AVOL TERRITORY ( the immortal realm) but for some reason he was cast out and he decided to take revenge with the help of Albert.

Our sperm donor was alive and now they fear he had escaped from his prison. Taking heavy breaths, I sunk to the floor. I don’t know if I could ever face such an evil entity. He stole everything from me. He stole my younger years, the fear that lives in my nightmares every night, and now he could be walking among us, or worse yet, ruling all over the gods? I shivered, burying my face in my hands. “What kind of god am I?” Silas took the message, his tentacles popping down the hallway. He turned his head over his shoulder. “Are you going to stop him?” Silas’ eyes softened. “Stop the madness, help heal our Master of his nightmares?” My heart gripped again in my chest.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

"What are you doing here?!" Aiden the weirdo spoke up. .....His voice sent shivers down my spine. It wasn't a dream he was really there. He had black jeans and a black blazer on and he looked absolutely amazing under the moonlight. His hair was perfectly jelled up and his blue eyes were glittering like diamonds when the moon rays fell on them.

0 Special Abilities: Mind Terror (High) Lord Presence (Mid) Half Immortal (High) Heart Grasp (Mid) Soul Steal (High) Lightning Fast (High) Skills: Drain Touch (High) Physical Limiter (High) Torturer Chains (High) Stun Gaze (High) Cleaving attack (High) Special Traits: Cunning Mind Fear feeder Cursed of Undead Anchor Pride Descriptions: The Lord of all Lord in Dwertur catacomb dungeon, Born from the cunning and the corrupted soul of the Catacomb Warden Ankhle Poyi the 3rd. All spawn comes from it's twisted mind, Cursed to forever live in Dwertur to guard and torture any living souls that venture into it's lair. A powerful entity that plays and feeds on fear, avoid fighting if you doesn't poss

I was saying this while thinking I hope he is just crazy and not some psycho that has come to kill me. I carried on laughing, he just stared at me with a look of disgust and anger on his face. I stopped laughing “why should I believe what you are saying? How can these dreams really be happening when creatures like that don’t even exist!” He moved so fast across the kitchen that he was a blur and when he stopped in front of me he now had bright red eyes and long pointy teeth bared at me. I stumbled backwards, suddenly afraid again. “I am Asher Evans. I am a vampire and I have been for many many years”. He growled.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

Lysander’s presence fades like silk sliding off skin and the third god arrives. This one feels completely different from the other two. Cold. Patient. Vast as the empty space between stars. Ancient in a way that makes War and Pleasure feel young by comparison. Sable. Even my name sounds like a funeral bell when this god says it. I am Morven. Death claims the final bond. “Death God. Wonderful. What exactly do you require from me?”