Mandrake Scream Novels & Stories

"You only taught the entire pack not to believe her." "When she screamed the first time, everyone looked at you. If you had stood up, they would've opened the box." "But you stayed in your chair." "So they stayed in theirs." Adrian drove his fist into the glass. "Shut up." The barrier didn't crack, but his knuckles did. Blood ran down his hand. Selena smiled. "Do you know the funniest part? She was still calling your name when she died." "She didn't call the Enforcers. She didn't call a pack doctor. She didn't call her mother."

I scream with everything I have. His disgusting breath smells like he hasn't washed his teeth in months. His mouth opens up and his nasty tongue slides out. He licks my face making me cry out again. He keeps licking me. On my neck and biting me. I can't move there is no way for me to go anywhere. My daddy can't save me. This monster has made sure of that. My T-shirt is ripped off. His tongue goes lower from my neck to my chest and then lower to my stomach. "Jaykob!" I scream for my brother. "Jaykob!"

The figure lunges. A scream rips from my throat, the sound shattering the stillness.

A sob claws its way out of my throat then I do something so unexpected Quinn breaks the door down to stop dead in his tracks once inside. I scream, I scream so loud that the mirror cracks and I cry as I scream letting all my emotions out with the force of it. I scream for the pain I feel and the pain I witness as the women of my pack called out to me as they were taken from this world. I screamed until my lungs felt like they would explode from the force of me rushing the air out of them with such force my ears rang and my throat feat sore.

I scream, unable to contain the shock that I feel My scream startle the twins from sleep, they wake up with screams crying

“It’s Mama. I’m here. I’m here, baby.” His eyes met mine wide, scared, but alive. “Listen to me,” I whispered, holding his face in my hands. “You have to scream. As loud as you can. Do you hear me? Scream, baby. Scream for me.” He nodded, his small chest rising and falling fast. And then he screamed. A sound so sharp, so pure, so full of fear and fury it tore through the mansion walls. The sound of a child fighting not to be broken.

I scream, desperately looking up the window. "Help me!" I cry again, as I forcefully hit the ground. "Help!" I groan, my body aching all over. The curtain on the window suddenly moves, making me scream even louder. A head suddenly pops out of the window, the person stares down at me and I gasp, all my pains forgotten, the maniac next to me, forgotten. "Miranda."

This is where I die. As the wolves prepared to strike, I braced myself for the end. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the moonlight casting dancing shadows like specters. But just as the lead wolf lunged, everything shifted. The scene began to blur and fade. Scream, Morticia commanded. Scream like you did that night. I opened my mouth and let out a piercing scream—not of physical pain, but of pure, soul-deep anguish. The sound tore from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing through the vision until it shattered like glass.

“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.”

The dam broke. I screamed. Pressed my face into Leah's hair and screamed until my throat tore, until the sound bounced off the stone walls and came back to me distorted, unrecognizable, the howl of something dying. My lycan joined me, its voice layered over mine, and the combined sound shook dust from the ceiling and cracked the mirror above the wardrobe. When the scream ended, the silence was worse.