Dreadout Characters Novels & Stories

I say defending myself. "Of those six months how long have you been writing about Treadway?" she asks. "Four." I answer her looking down. "So you are saying the one month that you had nightmares, stayed in hospital that was you giving yourself time?" Lydia asks and I realize the truth behind everything she is saying. I might have fought the nightmares, the anxiety attacks, the loss of my best friend, my dad, boyfriend and am on the road to success on all these battles but I was heading into a battle that was going to wreck me.

Karen stop reading the spells in alarm and close the book,she'd stayed out to unlock one of the spells but it was impossible,she look out of the leaves and froze,Castus got off his horse and crouch to help Adir up,he frown seeing a lady staring at him strangely. "Dotedrins?"Karen gasp,the two men blood dried up,Dotedrins are witches that could fly because of the wings they're given by birth which made them a danger to the witches and magic,they were believed to be cursed to ruin things like the first dotedrin witch did and because of their strange appearance they were meant to be in hiding,castus didn't hope to find someone that'll reveal his identity so fast with no chance to protect himsel

Then the bodies. Five humans lay strewn across the forest clearing, their faces frozen in horror. Kael crouched beside one, touching the wound lightly. The cuts were deep and precise—too controlled for Khaenat, too ruthless for Violet. “She’s losing herself,” he murmured. A growl rippled through the ranks. Before Kael could speak, another sound split the night—the snap of branches, the growl of approaching wolves. From the shadows, Dreadmaws emerged—filthy, blood-soaked rogues, their eyes gleaming crimson.

Standing in the entrance was Damian, his face cold and calculating, his eyes scanning the area as though he was the master of every inch he surveyed. A wave of dread crashed over her as Damian’s men began pouring in, their heavy footsteps marking their intent. People cowered in their homes, the terrified faces of those who had not yet fled peeking through windows and around doorways, each one consumed by fear. Cathrine’s heart hammered in her chest, her voice a whisper. “They’re here,” she breathed, dread tightening around her like a vice. “Luca, get up—we have to go!”

I tried to find her, to return the jacket, but I had no luck. I was at the restaurant, just starting my shift when our monthly trouble walked in. They always feel me up like I'm a piece of meat and then trash the place. I back myself in the corner as tears roll down my cheeks. I close my eyes as the five of them close in on me. I hear grunts and open my eyes to the Dhampir, fighting off the perverts.

"Daddy will keep you safe." As he started to say the magic words that would take her to safety, an arrow flew past his ear and struck the wall behind him. He had hardly any time to react when another arrow hit him right in the chest. The sharp pain shot through his body like a lightning bolt, making him stagger backward. Draven felt blood oozing from the wound. He fell to his knees but refused to give up. With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke.

I was able to shout at them my teeth gritting together with the cold. The girl, Cassidy or whoever she was, moved towards my two servants Ana and Marissa, she stood over them as she motioned her hand to them as if she was choking them and I see them in pain coughing hard again and again their face turning blue as blood flowed out of their mouths. I was terrified. I can feel my heart beating so fast, I'm in a panic. I have to snap out of whatever spell or voodoo this is. Hannah? I told myself this cannot be. I must be dreaming. I closed my eyes trying to calm down while telling myself that this is not true this is just a dream. I breathe in and out. It suddenly felt very quiet. I can feel my

"Darius Reed. Known rogue wolf with a history of violent robberies." I approached Darius slowly, my amber eyes glowing in the dim light. He cowered against the wall, fear evident in his bloodshot eyes.

Haley grabbed it, bit it, and spat sparks. CHAOTIC ANCHOR: AUXILIARY became CHAOTIC ANCHOR: MAIN CHARACTER IN MY OWN OUTFIT. The corridor shuddered. Katherine stared. "That is not a valid classification." "It worked, didn't it?" It did. The floor buckled. Doors burst open as rejected versions spilled into the corridor. A Marcus who had never left Delta. A Ben who had never answered Jack's message. An Aaliyah behind a screen in a room without light.

The service tunnel was narrow, damp, and reeked of rust and decay. Emergency lights flickered weakly along the walls, casting long, distorted shadows that made every sound feel like a threat. Kael walked in front, still shirtless, his powerful back covered in half-healed scars. Serena stayed in the middle, and Damien brought up the rear, silent as always. They had been walking for nearly twenty minutes without encountering more infected. The brief quiet felt dangerous — like the calm before another storm.