Ice Scream Rod Novels & Stories

Since he lives far away from the mountains, of course, he wouldn't know what to do when there is a landslide bound to happen. He did as I ordered and summoned his wings, and flew high. I was about to follow but the land started breaking and then collapsed. I was caught in the landslide, this is certainly not good. I was summoning my wings but my back met the ground and was hit hard. I groaned in pain, still tried my best on summoning my wings. I won't die because of a stupid landslide. I won't die. I created a stronger barrier around me and then let myself get buried underneath the ground, but before that, I heard someone screaming my name, I looked up and smiled at him. And there I was, bur

(Elijah) With her scream, we were finally connected. The warm intimate moment made both of us scream in excitement, the feeling of warm, slippery, and tight flesh squishing my rod hard made me arc my back in satisfactions. Finally, both of us were thinking the same thing, 'I wanted more'.

His body tensed as he saw what was happening in there. I knew something bad must be happening especially when I heard groaning from there. “Mom!” Rodriquez screamed followed by the snapping of bones. What the hell?!

"Aaaaaargh" Alex screamed in agony as the drill pierced into his wrist. The spinning rod drilled mercilessly into his flesh, through his bones, veins and muscles, and out of the other end. It sent a shocking vibration into his nervous system. His neurons sent agitating nerve impulses to his brain, causing his body to jerk violently as he screamed.

The grip is bruising and it makes me yelp. "Nico!" I scream. He turns his head for a second, but one tiny second. That's all it takes, that tanks fist flies toward Nicos face making contact and make me let out a blood curling scream. Only to have something put over my nose and mouth. Then everything goes black. ***

I whisper. He gurgles something. An apology maybe?. Or begging. None of it matters. I jam my thumb into his throat and end the sound. Rodent is crawling now. Trying to escape. Oh, good.. I follow him at a leisurely pace, each step echoing. He pulls himself across broken glass. Blood smears beneath him like a slug trail. When he reaches the corner, thinking he’s made it— I lean over and whisper in his ear. “Boo.” He screams and I end him with a single, clean twist of the neck.

The scream that tore out made the hairs on my neck rise. But there were too many of them, so we were outnumbered. A scream tore through the night and what I saw frightened me. Another wolf came at him with a blade glinting in the moonlight. Eros caught the strike with his bare hand, twisted, and snapped the man’s wrist like a twig. His roar echoed through the trees, primal, and terrifying. He slammed his foe into the dirt, leaving nothing but a broken heap behind.

I’m finished. I push off the wall, thinking I’ll just leave, when it happens. I run straight into someone rounding the corner. “Watch it,” I snap, barely catching my balance. He doesn’t budge. He’s tall, solid, just standing there like he belongs. His eyes flick over me, cold and sharp, like he can see right through. There’s a scar above his eyebrow that makes him look dangerous, like he’s used to trouble. He smirks. Not the fake, friendly one Ethan always wore, but something darker. It’s the kind of smile you notice, because it means something you can’t quite figure out.

However, at that moment, I merely whistled into the phone. It was a special frequency, mimicking the Predator's Song, but more inconspicuous and deathly. He was suddenly silent. Then, he screamed, "Water? Why is there water?! Help! My lungs!" He gurgled as he hung up. I placed my phone down and adjusted my blouse. Since I had taken over the Echoes from Below radio application, I was going to manage it properly. I had to change the first rule. [This station's signal may extend into reality. If you see a monster in real life, please firmly believe that it's your neighbor.]