Blood Curdling Scream Novels & Stories

NOLA REYNOLDS The sound of a woman screaming reached my ears, distorted in the quake that seemed to shake the earth all around us before I realized I was the one who had been screaming. The Lycan’s sword shook in my hands, the weight of the huge beast pressed against it towered over me, the sprain in my wrist threatening to explode through the net work of veins. “Oh, Dear God!” I screamed again, darting away and watching the impaled beast fall heavily to the dust with a rumbling groan, the Lycan following as I clapped cold hands to my mouth to stifle another scream.

The Red demanded that everything stop moving. I threw my head back. The scream started in my human throat. It tore itself apart. It deepened. It distorted. It wasn't a scream anymore. It was a howl. The sound was pure, mindless destruction. It shook the foundations of the Spire. It rattled the glass. It vibrated in the marrow of every living thing within a mile.

Alice’s roar rang in my ears, followed by screams and shrieks. A bloodcurdling smell of blood quickly filled the air. I trembled as I breathed, the feeling of metal scraping flesh still lingering on my body, making me terrified. “Cara~” An ethereal call sounded. I lifted my head in bewilderment. Golden eyes glittered in the darkness. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and tears spilled out.

A scream tore out of my throat. “AHHH!!!”

A scream and the scent of blood instantly filled the air as the gremlins started their attack. “Shit, shit, shit!”

Then suddenly, Elena eyes shot open glowing a deeper red than before, and the scream that came from her throat made the blood in Marie's body turn to ice water. There was something otherworldly about that primal scream, like two voices coming from her mouth; one that was elena and one that wasn't human at all.

She whimpers. “Take a deep breath my dear.” The doctor says sympathetically. Leni takes a ragged breath and squeezes my hand tighter. She sucks in a sharp breath and grits her teeth. Her eyes pop open wide and her jaw drops. For a moment, her silent scream is confusing, but her body tenses and her back arches. Her claws and fangs spring from her fingers and mouth and her eyes turn solid black. Suddenly, an ear-piercing scream reverberates through the room.

The silence stretched, thick with tension, until she finally shifted her gaze. She looked at one of the younger vampires. The moment their eyes met, he gasped. A sharp, strangled sound. His entire body jerked, convulsing violently. Then he collapsed. His screams echoed as he writhed on the floor, clawing at his chest, his back arching in agony. His veins bulged beneath his skin, dark and pulsing. The others stumbled back, horror-struck. "No!" Celia shrieked, rushing to his side.

My claws extended, sharp and deadly, and before I could second-guess myself, I drove them into my own neck—into the mark. A raw, piercing scream tore from my lips as I collapsed to the floor. Agony exploded through me. My body convulsed as blood spilled onto the cold tiles, pooling beneath me. I coughed violently, my lungs seizing, blocking the air from passing through. My vision flickered, darkness pressing at the edges.

It was the kind of sound that didn’t come from the throat, but from somewhere deeper from the heart breaking. Eldric staggered forward. The scream hit him like a blade, slicing through the fog that had held him still. His knees buckled beside Freya. The smell of blood, sharp and metallic, clung to everything. He reached out, fingers brushing through Freya’s hairstill warm, still soft and something inside him snapped so violently he could almost hear it. Freya.