Liv Mckenzie Scream Novels & Stories

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

By the time she reached where he had stood mere seconds ago, Amir had scampered over to the other couch, the remote still held tightly in his hands like the key to heaven. "Amir!" she growled ferociously, wounded by the fact that he was taunting her. The look in his eyes as he smirked shamelessly told her that he didn't fear her in the least. A second dive by her was evaded carefully by him, this time with more flourish than the last. Amir twirled around the living room with the remote held high, cackling like a descendant of Maleficent. The third time was unlucky however.

“I can scream.” Mike paled, taking several steps back. He’s definitely seeing things. His back hit something. He jumped and turned only to see her face up close, now shining with a rage that sent cold shivers all over his body. Something shifted in her eyes and he screamed. 5. “Well, well, well… aren’t you a pretty little thing?”

Mckenny couldn't open his bloodshot eyes, the pain was too much to handle. every part of him was threatened like melting lava, he could feel his organs torn away within his body. His screams went far and wide. He bit down his lips trying hard to hold the heart-wrenching screams but no matter how much he held it in, it was too much for him to handle. This is not how they had hoped to come to an end, but he had his mate with him which was a rather comforting and agonizing pain. In his last moments, Mckenny could only think of his daughter who must be listening to his agonizing Screams.

-Arkyn- Her scream shatters every resolve I had left, and I nearly feel myself shift as I run toward the back of the mansion. The entire plane ride over, I played out all the worst scenarios in my head - Kira gone, Kira kidnapped, or Kira dead. But my father assured me she was fine - then why the fuck is she screaming? “KIRA!” I cry out, rounding the corner to see her on all fours, along with Luka. At first, I think he’s done something to her, but his deathly pale expression matches hers, as well as the way they’re both clutching their chests.

She turned on the nightlight—the star Ethan had chosen. She went to the living room. Liam was there, sitting in the dark. "He ate?" Liam asked. "He hid half of it," Aurora said. "In his bag." Liam closed his eyes. "Jesus." "He's a survivor," Aurora said. "He plans ahead." They went to bed. They left their door open. 2:00 AM. The scream didn't start low. It started at maximum volume. A shriek of pure, unadulterated terror.

Mackenzie growls in anger turning her head to Victoria. "I'm so sorry Mackenzie," she chokes in broken sobs before leaving. It was then that I realized Mackenzie was pale. Did I do that? Did I almost kill her? What the hell is happening to me? I scramble of of bed and the next thing I know, I'm in the den. What the fuck!?!? I jump under a hand on my shoulder and turn to see Olivia. Her hands cup my face as tears stream down my cheeks. "I know you're scared, but you need to calm down sweetheart," she says in a soothing whisper, holding my eye contact. "It's the blood lust."

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. "What if it’s positive? What if Maya’s right and it’s wonderful? But what if it’s the end of everything I’ve worked for?" Her eyes burned with tears as she reached for it. (Present) In the bedroom, Maya and Lena froze at the sudden sound. A scream, raw, startled, sharp, ripped through the air. The door burst open before either of them could react. Lucas, Liam, Graham, and Aiden stormed in, their faces taut with fear.

It's like I have bad luck. Breaking me out of my thoughts, a high-pitched scream comes from the phone. The strength of the scream stings my eardrum, and I yank the phone away from my ear. Rubbing my ear, I place my phone on the speaker; harsh breathing from the girl drags everyone's attention toward me. Why would someone just scream like that? "The fuck?" I grunt, irritation fueling my body. Zander sits beside me, and Chris and Connor sit in other chairs. My sister, along with Damien, try to shush Kenli's crying.

Liv almost screamed when she showed her face. "F.uck, it's her!"