Minimum Wage Wrestling #4
Okay, the weapons have all been rather goofy for this hardcore match but he knows what always lays inside the black cloth-bag were the dreaded "hundreds of thumbtacks."
Chapter 4- Lessons Learned
He says dully, secretly dreading the departure of his daughter.
Dawn of the Dragon-Chapter 1
Even that fear and dread from that dream, i can still feel it. it...felt like i was really there, and it's strange. what's going on here? why am i having strange dreams about that thing? that's twice now.
The Dragon's Paladin Chapter 8: Escaping Sorrows
Two years ago, a red dragon going by the name dread flame decided killed them in revenge after i bloodied his scales. i plunged my sword into his eye and felt his hot blood wash over my knuckles.
Scales and Honor- Night Rising: Chapter 11
Infinity guessed he was only doing it to prolong the woman's suffering, her dread. she figured he liked to play with his toys before he killed them.
City of Light: Epilogue
Nivra felt dread fill her heart at the mention of that place. she might even have rather been turned into a mana crystal than be exposed to such a dreaded place.
Scales and Honor Night Rising: Chapter 6
._ she stared at it for a moment, the dread starting to fill her at being without one of her limbs. "well perhaps i was wro-" infinity feels a warm sensation on her limb, that tingles all around.
Moon Bound-Chapter 1
The wood in the fireplace crackled and popped as the fire burning it was warming up the household, while a head trophy of a large buck mounted on the wall above it. A twenty-seven year old woman with long brunette hair and a slim figure wearing only...
Chronicals of the Justicar (Prologue)
Carpender corrupted his brother from dragoon to dread lord and made his younger sibling his military commander along side dread lord yom'tharr and grandmaster warlock lord mal'aga.
Dragon's Paladin: Chapter 3
“didn't they get a taste of a dragon’s pain when i slew dread flame two years ago?” “ah yes, of course they did,” cornelis spoke quickly.
Practice in Four Parts
That feels so long ago, back when i worshipped poe; i loved his eye for dread, and every little thing he said. i am stretched far too thin, to think of way back when; but here i am thinking still, where my might becomes my will.
A Memoir.
Nonetheless, i still could sense the dreadful implications lurking under those incomprehensible technicalities.