Ice Scream Rod Novels & Stories

“If you want to be a matchmaker between your friend and me, dream on! Tell your friend to back off as well.” “Ouch. That’s harsh, Ein. Why are you so mad at Vale? I mean, he’s kind and, not to mention, drop-dead gorgeous.” He gestured his hands as if so proud of his friend. “I just don’t like him,” she said, barely audible, but it reached Rab’s ear. They stopped bickering when a familiar car parked at a distance—a blue Audi R8. Einille almost rolled her eyes when she recognized the person they’d been talking to.

Whitlock’s who seemingly shocked. His shoulders rose up and swallows several times while trying himself not to move. “You’re really pissing me off!” Yadiel’s voice thundered the whole room making all of them gasped in pure shock. Even I instantly got frightened because of his eyes whose like making fireballs. It was like as if he saw something from the past because of the scene causing him to be this mad. My entire body stiffened and waited on what will going to happen next.

said Marek with a hint of admiration in his tone. “Bite me, iceman.” The words were rude, but he grinned fiercely at Marek as Kriss said them. A moment later, Marek held a blade similar to Kriss’s, though it seemed to be crafted from some black metal-like obsidian. It wasn’t obsidian though, because it gleamed and sparkled in the light, and even from a few feet away, she could see how sharp its point was. “Get in the van,” said Eamon, taking her hand to pull her closer to the vehicle.

“Alright, alright!” I close my eyes when I felt their hands touching my body. One of them laughs as the other whistle in content as lust arouses in them making me sick. I wanted to escape, but I couldn’t. “Someone please, help me!” I scream in desperation and try for my non-existing luck to be heard and even once. “Shut up!”

I try to move, but the familiar sensation of being tied to a chair stops me cold. Panic sets in, and I scream at the top of my lungs. "You fuckers don't know how to tie a rope tight?!" I thrash about, the tight ropes binding my hands to the armrests cutting into my skin. "Fuck!" "We have a sharp mouth here, Brody," A gruff voice with a thick Irish accent growls in displeasure. "He was screaming earlier. He's such a pretty face. Why don't we take more fun in this before we cut him open?" Another voice chimes in, sending a raw chill down my spine.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

We could not move before it attacked Rodney, pulling him down into the depths of the chasm, his screams ringing out raw and trembling as he disappeared into the darkness. My stomach roiled with bile filling my mouth, my head reeling with the horror, the brutality of it all. "No!" I screamed, my voice cracking, raw with sadness. "Rodney, no!" My body trembled, my hands all a-shake as Jayden's power, his body over my body lying in bed, proved no match for this loss.

“Oh, we’re just warming up.” I cranked the torch higher, the plates glowing orange now, the smell of scorching metal mingling with the faint char of flesh. I dropped the press another inch, grinding his fingers flat. Bones snapped like brittle twigs, and this time, he roared—a deep, guttural scream that sent a shiver of ecstasy down my spine. Yes. Scream for me. Alessandra’s voice cut through, soft and pleading. “Alex… enough. We need him to talk.”

To my family—both chosen and blood—thank you for your support and belief in me. To those who read this story and see pieces of themselves, thank you for your courage. To every survivor: this was written for you. Opening Quote “Even when no one hears you scream, your truth still matters. So, scream your truth.” — Malissa Wood “She didn’t forget the pain—she grew around it. Like roots breaking through concrete, she made something beautiful from what tried to bury her.” -Unknown

“We pray we are not already too late.” My stomach dropped. “Too late for what?” Elias closed his eyes, dread in every line of him. “Too late to save Kael from himself.” And then a scream echoed outside. Wild. Terrified. Real. I shot to my feet. Elias grabbed my arm. “Rorywait.” But I tore free, running toward the sound, breath cutting like knives. The scream grew louder. Something terrible was happening. Something bloody. Something terrible.