Guts Scream Novels & Stories

They dropped the cutlery with a thud sound before they fell from the chairs. They screamed in agony. Their screams attracted attention immediately. They felt like a rod was driven deep inside them but in different places. Their stomach churned and the hunger vanished into thin air. They tried to breathe normally. Jack groaned when he felt like his stomach was being tortured as he felt like his intestines was pulled, tugged and twisted repeatedly. The organs in his body were being eaten up by the pain. Jax was also being tormented by the pain. His bloodshot eyes were soaked with tears.

The room seemed to freeze. Nero squeezed, and Silas’s scream erupted—a raw, guttural howl that started as a high-pitched wail, sharp and piercing, like a wounded animal. The pain was immediate, searing, as Nero’s fingers crushed the delicate tissue of his scrotum. The scream deepened, a ragged, choking sound, as if Silas’s soul were being torn out. His body convulsed, the sheet slipping to reveal his pale, flabby frame, now slick with sweat. His eyes rolled back, veins bulging in his neck, as the agony radiated upward, a white-hot fire consuming his core. Nero’s grip tightened, and with a sickening *pop*, he yanked, tearing scrotum and penis free in a single, brutal motion. Blood sprayed, st

Every inhale felt like a razor scraping against my throat I clamped my eyes shut, but the image was becoming clearer, the image of the car speeding towards me, crashing into mine. My body tensed, and a primal scream tore from my throat "Nooooo!" I screamed, wildly pushing away the hand that grasped me, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Save me!!" I mumbled under my breath hugging myself tightly as my body shook uncontrollably

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.

I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. But then—another. A white-hot pain that left me gasping. I clutched my stomach, my hands trembling as I whispered, “Please, no… no, no, no.” I didn’t realize I was rocking back and forth until my forehead bumped against the headboard. My vision blurred, sweat dripping down my temple, my breath coming too fast, too sharp. Then it happened. The scream ripped from me before I could stop it. A sound I didn’t recognize. A sound not of a warrior, not of a woman who had endured hell and back—but of something raw. Something broken.

I needed to release it, to scream into the void. “Fuckkkk! I hate you Juliana, you bitch! I hate you Giovanni!” I yelled, the words tearing from my throat, raw and hoarse. My voice echoed in the confined space of the backseat, a futile roar against an unyielding cage. It was a scream to no one, for no one, a desperate release of the venom that coursed through my veins. The sound died quickly, leaving only the deafening silence and the bitter taste of my own impotence.

[Seraphine's POV] "Arrrrggghhhh!" My scream ripped through the tranquility of the night, a visceral outpouring of pain that seemed to reverberate through every fiber of my being. It was a scream born not just of physical torment but of a deeper, soul-wrenching agony that clawed at the very essence of who I was.

I whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling with panic. My hand moved frantically over my belly, and I lifted my clothes, revealing a scar that looked as if it had been torn apart and sewn back together. The sight of it sent a shockwave through me, and I screamed, "AHHHHH!" My body reacted violently to the horror. I turned on the bed, scratching at my skin, pulling at my hair, desperate to rid myself of the pain and revulsion. My screams echoed through the room, a raw and primal outpouring of my anguish.

I heard a satisfying crack . He screamed, a high-pitched, animalistic sound, and crumpled to his knees.