Harry Potter Scream Novels & Stories

There’s a sudden biosterous shreik from outside, the other humans pausing their dusting only to rush out in a panicked dash through the open patio doors. Jane sits in the grass, her eyes wide as saucers while Maria stands a few steps from her trembling in her shoes. Everyone gasps around me, while Hayden stands visibly convulsing with anger as he glared up at the sight above us. I screamed, horrified by the display, blood splattered everywhere, Harry’s lifeless eyes gazing back at all of us, his limbs twisted in all the wrong way. My hands trembled at my sides, desperate to reach out and comfort Jane.

“It will tell you” We both jumped Charles and I as she began to scream. The bloody walls started to shake around us. I looked over expecting to see Charles ready to kill me for this. Nothing but fear and worry was written on his face. The glasses on Charles face cracked and as her scream became a shriek. Tears began to cascade down her face. Her face began to contort in pain. Her body showed no signs of being in pain other than her face contorting. Colour was returning to her face as the pent-up magic was being released. “What’s happening” Charles demands

A shrill, terrifying scream split through everyone's eardrums. "Who dares touch my darling Alison?!"

"Rose, just try." I rolled my eyes before closing them. I tried to focus on the eerie fog that flowed through the tree trunks. The faint feeling of confusion and disorientation. I was about to give up when I thought I heard a rustle of leaves. I went to open my eyes, but before I could, I heard a blood-curdling scream. "Help me!" My eyes flew open. "Did you hear that?" I gasped at Harriet as I scrambled to my feet, looking around the room.

I walked to the door to see that person, I really wanted to know who is that person. When I am about slid my head off the door "Nooooooo!" Ciara loudly screamed making me stops for a moment and swiftly turned myself to her fishing her arms at my direction with her eyes and mouth widely open and agape like she just saw a ghost or more like trying to warn me about something bad that I am about to do or encounter. She's so weird. "Why?" I asked trying to clear things. *** Angelina keeps on pulling Skye away from the house when they hear Ciara loudly screamed that made them suddenly stop. Skye didn't also know why Angelina is acting so weird like that where she even need to hold his arm and pull

Colors seemed to intensify, and the ambient sounds of the bustling marketplace momentarily faded into a distant hum. "Witch!" A woman's scream tore through the silence, a jolt of raw emotion that shattered the walls in my mind. It echoed with an urgency that snapped me out of my haze, an arresting sound that demanded immediate action, leaving lingering ripples of disquiet in its wake. "She's a Witch!"

I pull my phone out of my pocket, reading over a few emails when I hear Daphne giggle. The crowd of people that were talking walked away I could hear the tail end of their muffled conversation. “Yeah, I’d say he’s one hundred percent the decadent, gooey, gooey double fudge sundae but honestly he’s kind of a total a—” A group of kids scream so I miss the last part of what she’s saying. I lean against the curtain, trying to hear the rest of the conversation but a second later she opens the side of the booth and pops back in.

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.

Author's POV Morgan's heart skipped a beat and shot up abruptly from his seat, scaring the men around the table in fright. It would be stupid to not fear the king of the underworld. They all held their breath in doubt, seeing how strongly he had reacted due to the scream. Morgan recognized that scream; he could recognize it anywhere—that familiar voice of his little kitten. The only difference was that this scream was filled with fear, while the ones he was used to were her pleasure-filled screams. ‘What was she doing here?’

Just as I was about to secure Harry in the secret enclave, a piercing scream tore through the air, originating from the direction of the nursery. Fear gripping my heart, I froze momentarily, my mind reeling with a multitude of terrifying possibilities. Nonna's desperate cry shattered the silence, "Yennifer! She's not here!" My legs moved before my mind could process the situation fully, propelling me towards the nursery. The sight that awaited me was a nightmare come to life.