Ice Scream Rod Novels & Stories

My axe met her wrist with three hard slams, detaching the wrist from her ulna and radius. Her screams echoed, her blood spewed relentlessly, and I reveled in her pain, giggling like a crazy lunatic. Turning to the camera, I waved the girl's hand to it, already aware that Ricardo was watching. After I had walked away, the continuous screams of the read-head kept echoing—screams I had decided to ignore until she began cursing at me again. Laughing maniacally, I strolled back to the girl who was seated on the ground, trembling with pain.

"Help me!!!!!" But these unidentifiable creatures seemed to be having fun with their new game. Jane's eyes were tightly shut as she kept on screaming but soon silenced after the creature carrying her pierced her from the back with its long sharp finger. The pain stung badly and she lost so much blood instantly before going unconscious. .......

*Leo* The scream cuts through my sleep like a blade. I jolt upright on the floor, my heart pounding, my muscles coiled before I’m even fully awake. For a split second, I don’t know where I am, but then I hear her again. “Roxy!” She’s on the bed, thrashing beneath the blanket, her hands clenched into fists, and her face contorted in pain. Her nightgown is damp with sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead. Her eyes are open but unfocused, wild with terror.

I scream because the scar under my ribs is burning like a brand, pulsing in rhythm with something I can’t see but somehow know is out there in the woods, calling to me. And that might be worse than the bond itself. The sound tears from my throat raw and primal, nothing human about it. It echoes through the old house, rattling windows and making the candle flames dance. Somewhere in the distance, I hear dogs howling in response, their voices joining mine in a chorus that shouldn’t be possible. When the sound finally dies, I’m left gasping, my throat raw and my hands shaking. Elsie watches me with those too-knowing eyes, and for the first time, I see fear in them.

Calla A scream echoes from the hallway, sharp and panicked. My body jerks. My breath shortens. Everything freezes inside me for a second, like my brain just disconnected. “Hey nerdy, move out if you won’t keep the line,” Sasha snaps from across the line, loud as ever, lips glossed and permanently annoyed. She’s leading the cheer squad today, same energy, same dramatic eyeliner.

My small, still form, my skin a network of dried, cruel fissures, my body already tinged with grey. Elara let out a sound I'd never heard before---a raw, guttural scream of pure agony. She was the first to move, dropping to her knees beside me. "Isla? Isla, wake up. This isn't funny..." Her hand hovered over my cold arm, afraid to touch. When her fingers finally made contact, she recoiled. She looked up at a swaying Liam, his voice a broken whisper. "Liam... she's cold. She's really gone..."

I watched in horror as the rod began to glow. 'Stay, please stay away,' I muttered, trying to free myself. But he just smiled and pulled the rod out of the fire. 'This will all be over now,' he said, and then he pressed the hot rod to my hands. I felt a pain coursed through each and every part of my veins, cutting me through. My throat dried as each word caught in my throat, "Ahhh!" I emitted a scream, but yet he didn't stop. His eyes were glued to mine as he pressed the rod further. My skin felt as though it were boiling, and each of my systems was bursting as they boiled. Suddenly, darkness enveloped, with my eyes shutting after.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

He gnashed his teeth angrily, connecting with Cortina’s hind leg. “Chloe!” Rodger screamed, running towards us. He looked crazed, purple sparks flying from his hands towards us. The sparks landed on the wolf, but just seemed to anger him more. Rodger was too far away, and I didn’t want him to get any closer to this monstrous wolf.

Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… Drip… Whoosh… Crack… Smack… SCREAM!… I tried to hold in that scream but as the iron-infused leather whip that’s now laced with a weak version of our Prides Deaths Door serum lashed at my sore, bloody and damaged back, cutting into more of my skin as Graves pulled it back this time, I just couldn’t.