روايات وقصص ضمن Peep And The Big Wide World Scream

Xander- love I don't understand where all of this is coming from. I was about to shout at him when a high pitch scream was heard throughout the pack house. Xander pulled me along to find out what is going on, only to stop dead on our tracks when we smelled the most disgusting smell ever and saw what would normally be a beautiful lady covered in dog shit and rotten veggies. And to top it all off a skunks smell, she was screaming. And i saw Alpha Troy and some alpha running towards her, Xander, me, Rossy, Cody and Steven took small steps while others stepped back. The two alpha spoke over each other. Troy- what's wrong love?

Clarisa screamed, her voice sharp with genuine fear. Dewangga tried to grab her arm, sticking to his “father trying to reconnect” script. “Come on, sweetheart, it’s Daddy. Don’t be afraid. Daddy brought flowers for you—” “NO! GO AWAY! I’M SCARED! DON’T HIT MOM AGAIN!” Clarisa shrieked hysterically. She covered her ears with both hands, her body trembling violently. She began screaming in terror—a scream that could only come from a child who had truly experienced deep trauma.

“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.

Causing the high pitch scream in the video to shoot out. “Hey! Are you okay?” asked one of the teenagers who was playing dice, He looked young, probably thirteen if I didn’t mind the black circles around his eyes. The other kids were now staring at me, making everything worse. I was sure they had heard the loud scream from the video. I rapidly pulled the USB out and ran out. My vision turned blur while my mind raced to every angle in my head. Questions built up so did anger. Without warning I bumped Marcus who was talking with a few younger kids on the stairs.

Watching her run and a few other people following right behind her- "AH!" The broken scream that comes out of the pack house is piercing the vampires, dragons, werewolves, and my heart. I wanted to let out a powerful and painful roar- I take off, as I make my way toward the cave, I crash and let out it- "HRAH!" my scream created a shock wave causing the ground to shake. Slowing getting up, and continuing to the cave. As I walk in, everyone stares. "Who made that powerful but painful roar?", my mother asks.

I started to scream. ***

We had been getting a lot of animal attacks over the last week. “Shit it’s Dutch” Layla cries pushing forward to sniff the air, then I hear her scream and my heart shatters. This isn’t a banshee scream this is a scream of pain and anxiety. I round the corner and stop, gasping as we end up in a scene you could only imagine would happen in the movies.

Out of nowhere, I hear an ear-piercing scream which pulls us from our staring contest toward Zayla, then we hear bones breaking and another scream. “Fuck” I yell. She is trying to shift.

Zaykee stood up while looking down, his fists were clenching. "AAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Zaykee scream so loudly that all of the people inside the abandoned warehouse blocked their ears, closing their eyes. Moreover, Zaykee's face is looking at the tall ceiling while screaming and his scream reached the range of the entire Kingdom of Slenia.

My wolf recoiled, my chest cracked open, and the sounds of laughter and joy outside mocked me. So, I turned up my headphones. Louder. Louder. Until the bass rattled my skull and the world outside blurred away. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, letting myself drown. Letting the celebration pass me by. And then… The chill came. A sudden, unnatural cold that crawled over my skin. My wolf stirred uneasily, ears pricked. I slid the headphones off, frowning. That’s when I heard it. The first scream. High-pitched. Sharp. Shattering the rhythm of drums and flutes outside. Then another. A shriek cut short. Then a chorus of them…men, women, children…all breaking in agony.