Blood Curdling Scream Novels & Stories

The Vampire stone's voice sounded most devilish and I began to live hysterically like a crazed being. "Yes..." I growled, salivating at the blood coursing through their agitated bodies. "I want to see them suffer..." I whispered. "I want their tears, their screams to fill my eardrums. I want blood. I WANT BLOOD!" I screamed causing the ground to quake in response. "Inxeria Aplus Cerebus!!" I commanded a spell as I raised my left arm mid air. The clouds roared mightily with thunder as red lightning roasted at least half of my members.

Aldrich As I was rebandaging my wound, I heard a scream pierce the night. Instantly perking up, I was on my feet immediately, grabbing for the nearest weapon. I didn't know where it came from or how close it was or who screamed, but it sounded wet, like blood was gurgling in the screamer’s throat. It could have been a wandering vampire slaughtered by my troops, or a werewolf slaughtered by the vampire. But then the one scream multiplied into several.

A head full of golden blonde hair with neck stained with blood and eyes opened wide stared back at me. A piercing horrifying scream tore from my lips, echoing through the night, until my throat became raw and sore.

His scream is a raw, tearing thing. Blood sprays from his mouth as the tendrils yank him aloft, spine snapping one vertebra at a time. He kicks. Twitches. Begs. I only watch—still, cold, unblinking—as the Hollow works. One tendril rams down his throat, bursting past his teeth. Another coils around his skull, squeezing until hairline fractures spider across his cranium. A wet crunch. Like marrow splitting. Another tendril spears into his chest, curling around his ribs before wrenching them apart with a sound like tearing parchment soaked in blood.

His face turned purple, his eyes bulging as he clawed desperately at the air. "...you will pay for it with every drop of your blood. And I will savor each scream."

His insides were spilled out like someone had scooped them with a shovel. Another body lay near the piano, ribs jutting out like broken glass, one arm stretched toward the door like they’d tried to crawl away and failed. I SCREAMED. It tore from my throat before I even realized it was me. A raw, guttural scream that made my lungs burn. I stumbled backward, slipping in the blood and catching myself on the stair railing, fingers smearing red across the polished wood. “What the hell,” I gasped. “Oh my God—what the fuck—”

God. "Uhm... Mr.?" I found him looking at me when I said it. Answering your question, why am I still acting as if I’m not panicking? Don’t let me begin. I have no idea why I am. Maybe because I have already perfected the act of staying calm. "I’m sorry, miss. I was told to do this. It's just pure business." This was the last thing I heard before everything went blurry. I wasn’t totally unconscious because I could still hear and see some of the actions of the people in front of me.

Diana It happened so fast that the man didn’t even have time to scream. One second, he’s still here, and the next, a sickening crunch sounds in my ear and then he’s gone. Warm blood splashes onto my face, flows down my cheeks and drips down my chin, but I’m too dazed to care. All I am able to do is lay there, eyes wide as I listen to the creature tearing into the man. The sounds; a cacophony of ripping flesh, crunching bones, and guttural growls, echo through the stillness of the wilderness like a macabre symphony of nature’s brutality.

A loud, painful scream rent the air: "Ahhhhh!!"

The blood general cut the umbilical cord. "Please... don't touch my child." The woman weakly struggled to hold back the legs of the blood general. The blood general bent down again, then touched the woman's chin. "It's okay, he'll get better with me. And you..." Crackkkk... "Ahhh!" That was when the fangs of the blood general reached the woman's neck. Making her scream even more crazily as all the blood or rather like being sucked out by the blood general. The sound of a baby crying filled the underground room and stopped when the woman who had screamed earlier had become a dry, bloodless corpse.