Dreadgod Novels & Stories

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

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“Who the hell are you?” Nya asked as she blinked against the fog. The man, dressed in a black shirt, open wide enough at the collar that she could see a tuft of dark hair across his chest, black pants and boots, all of it with red piping along the seems, with dark hair and intense dark eyes, staring at her with a smoldering glare, paused several paces in front of her. The fog seemed to dissipate for a moment, and behind him, Nya could see nothing but the jagged tops of the mountain. No trees, no plants, no buildings, no animals. No dragon.

The walls of the room shattered around me, flying towards the opposite direction. “Who the hell are you?” I snarled, terrified of the voice in my head. “I am Hela Morrígan! Goddess of death and rebirth. Your life was used to fulfill a prophecy, and we were reborn to bring about the great Armageddon,” she replied coldly, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “I am a part of you as much as you are a part of me. Born from tears and fury, your willing heart would end the world so it would return healed of the differences that hunt your love.” She added.

shouts from the gods' dais. Everyone obeys, looking at each other, unsure of what to do amidst the confusion that engulfs them. At that moment, a supernatural roar is heard, and the door swings open wide, making way for Yaldabot, the feared god of the underworld. His presence is terrifying, his body shrouded in shadows, his gaze piercing. Yaldabot surveys everyone with a cold and gloomy expression. His eyes gleam with infernal fire as he strides directly towards the goddess Luna, who shrinks in fear at his imposing presence. The air around him becomes thick and laden with dark energy.

“Not down. Not yet.” A howl split the night. Low. Twisted. Wrong. Damon emerged from the ruin, his body warped and monstrous, his features barely recognizable. The god’s power bled from his veins, turning him into a creature of nightmare. And he wasn’t alone. From the shadows behind him rose shapes—rogues, twisted by the god’s magic, eyes glowing with unnatural fire. A storm was coming. And we were the only thing standing in its path. Kael shifted again, his wolf bristling, fangs bared.

until the black wolf at the centre of it all shifted. Bones cracked, fur receded, and a towering man stood where the beast had been. His hair was dark as pitch, his build monstrous, muscles coiled with unnatural power. Around his neck hung a black jade pendant carved with jagged symbols that seemed to drink the light. His violet eyes swept the arena like a predator measuring the size of its prey. “I am the Dreadlord,” he announced, voice echoing with layered resonance, as though more than one being spoke at once. “You may call me nothing else.”

I looked between his eyes, watching the black flicker to brown in and out until his beast won, the black consuming the orbs entirely, leaving no white. “You… the gods cursed you? You’re not D…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t Death? He wasn’t a God? It all sounded so ridiculous now that I was about to vocalize it to his face. “I may not be a mortal, but I’m not a God.” He chuckled darkly. “Then what are you?” I asked, terrified to hear the answer. “A reaper.” He whispered, and my blood turned to ice.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

“Do as I said if you want it gone. You have 24 hours before it makes you do things you do not want to do.” He laughed, cold and sinister. “I would’ve love to stay and tell you more, but…time’s up.” And with a smirk, he vanished. Vathar collapsed, the pain still gnawing through his insides like fire and teeth and knives all at once. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was the black blood in the water—his blood—drifting like ink through the creek. ‘What kind of god is Dareth?’ Prince Ron asked Maelda. ‘Aren't all gods supposed to be kind and merciful?’