Ice Scream Man Novels & Stories

A full‑body, horror‑movie, diaphragm‑supported scream that could have summoned the dead — because I was still on edge and the attack was far too fresh and far too real. The man screamed back. Not in fear.Not in pain.But in a bizarre, mocking imitation of my scream — like a deranged echo bouncing off the walls. Literally. The echo in this hallway was insane. I immediately second‑guessed my plan of shoving the luggage down the stairs. The noise would not impress my neighbours. Then he raised his eyebrows, leaned in slightly — too close, too calm — and whispered, “What are we doing?” I screamed again because what else was I supposed to do when a strange man materialised next to me like a demon

Silas turned around and asked, “What is it?” “Stop Miss Thomas!” Tiger roared. Silas immediately pulled Esme out of the car without showing any sort of gentleness. “What is it? Aren’t you letting me go?” Esme said in a scared tone. Tiger then dragged the man over. He then grabbed the man by the back of his neck and pushed him right in front of Esme. “Open your eyes and look carefully. Who is she?!” The man looked at the face that had been molded into Britney’s through surgery and mumbled, “That’s so strange… Why does she look like Ms. Manning from the back?”

Her smile was sweet, almost angelic. “They’ll love watching you cry and beg for your life.” “…What?” His scalp tingled. The driver stepped out coldly. “Enough talk. Do it.” He lunged for her arm. Amanda’s smile sharpened. She caught his wrist with lightning speed, eyes narrowing, and twisted hard. CRACK. “AHHH—!” The man’s scream echoed through the warehouse, sweat soaking his body instantly. His eyes bulged in disbelief as he stared at her delicate face. How…?

I scream. It’s a raw, animal sound that tears my throat. I swing my fist. I drive the key into his eye. SQUELCH. The sound is wet. Horrifying. The Reaper shrieks. He drops my legs, clutching his face. Blood spurts between his fingers, black in the shadows. "My eye! She got my eye!" The other two drop me. I hit the ground hard, the impact jarring my teeth. I scramble backward, crab-walking away from them, my vision swimming.

Angry screams tore from him, the clutter of something heard as the man wreaked havoc in the room. My heart changed it’s drum to such a painful fast drum. I blinked so fast to hold the incoming tears. Would Elio wash me off his hands like that? Would he not save me? The pain was worse than any. My body jumped as the man screamed again, grabbing my jaw again. “I will send each part of you to him until he answers the phone then I will kill him like the dog he is. Scum crawling from the sewers. He thinks he can be the boss of us, a piece of shit!”

I scream, but no one cares. They care only about making sure that I’m awake and suffering. “Enough!” A voice barks from the corner, and my body relaxes in relief, hoping they will put a pause on this and let me get some rest, at least. The man comes over slowly, his footsteps loud and clear, so crisp against the cold, hard floor. I hear his boots coming closer until the figure towers over me, and all I can see are his legs and boots. I flinch when a finger tilts my chin up, forcing me to look into a pair of hard eyes. The man grimaces, and I scream because he’s hideous to look at.

Her heart froze and she shut her eyes, one last cry for help escaping her lips. Xylah had no idea why, how and what made her scream his name but she did it anyway. In such a situation, she called the only name that came to her mind. "IAN!!!!" Her body recoiled in disgust as she felt the man's hand touched her.. touched? That didn't seem like the word for it as Xylah merely felt his hand grazed her shoulders as his evil chuckle rang in her ears. The next thing Xylah heard was the sound of what she could have sworn was the of bones and the horrible screech of a man

He is painfully thin. A man grabs his shoulder, and Mars turns. The change is instant. His face goes blank. He catches the man's wrist and twists until the bone breaks with a sickening snap. My hand flies over my mouth. People scream. Chairs scrape against the floor. Someone rushes towards him. Mars moves before the man reaches him. Terrifyingly fast. He drives an elbow into the man's throat, catches him by the back of the neck, and slams his face into a table.

Her eyes closed completely. The man’s eyes widened as he ran towards her unconscious body. “Iris!” The scream tore through his throat. _________ Elean’s body shook with uncontrollable sobs as her body pressed against the glass. Eyes were red, lips shivering. “Elean,” a slow whisper came. She looked up slowly. Her blurred vision landed on a man. “Fat-her,” she winced as a series of sobs broke through her throat. She got up quickly, throwing her arms around the man.

My chest heaved, trying to control my exterior expression. “I know you are tough and I have heard about how Chase fucks you, how you like you he rough handled, tell me can you take both of us at once?” The earless man said, he was right in front of me, he ran his finger across my cheek. “What is wrong with you! Help me.” I screamed out loud. But he clamped his hand over my mouth. “Hmmmm.” I tried to yell but nothing came out, only muffled sounds. “I will take you here and now, if you don’t shut up.” The scarred man ran his hands over my boobs. Peeking from my shirt and taking a look at my boobs.