Plankton Screams Novels & Stories

Kelp pov All I can do is scream NOOO! As I hear Mark telling the Alpha, he doesn't want to do this. She is a scared child. Another pleads for mercy, and we watch as he tears her open anywhere, he can get. Then he shreds her throat, and I can't move. I can't do a thing to help my little Luna. She lay there not moving and barely breathing. You can hear gurgles coming from her torn throat and blood pumping out everywhere.

A long black stuff suddenly shifted to the side, rolling me off it, then returning to push me back, to the jagged teeth, and I screamed hard. It was its tongue. Its tongue looked nothing like a radula, but the only thankful thing about it, was it didn’t have teeth on it like regular octopuses had. I kept on screaming, as I pushed against the disgusting tongue, but I didn’t think I could hold on much longer. My hands and legs were trembling so hard that it felt like they would give out, in a matter of seconds. Tears rolled down my eyes like streams, and I found it hard to breathe. Already, my throat was hoarse from screaming, and it felt like I got weaker from each scream.

As I looked around for the source of it all, I suddenly spotted Gunner, our Betta at this time, standing nearby. He was dashing forward with all his might, screaming the same phrase over and over again. The whole area started to become more and more frantic as people realized that something was terribly wrong. People were running around in circles as they tried to make sense of what was happening, but the screaming continued to get louder.

Human body's split across the middle releasing fountains of crimson or hot living flesh bursting wide open as though it had simply split from some unknown pressure. The sickening, sloppy sound of teeth on bone or...The screams of children.

"The water is going to change color. When it hits teal, you activate the localized anchors. Do not fire unless the containment field is breached." The ocean didn't just ripple; it inverted. A massive, bioluminescent geyser erupted a mile off the coast, and from the spray emerged the first Abyssal Skimmers - translucent, multi-limbed entities that looked like a fever dream of deep-sea glass and jagged Aether. "Contact!" a sergeant yelled. "Anchors now!" Lucien roared.

I wrap my tail around her hips and she screams bubbles leave her as my tails cuts into her flesh. She thrashes in my hold as I rip a chunk from her shoulder with my teeth. Blood clouds the tank. The splashing attracts the scientists and soldiers. An alarm sounds as I look into her eyes and I can see she is dying. I shriek again, my webbed hand around her throat, my talons piece her skin. When I’m hit from behind. I shriek again as I’m hit with something. I flick Bitchany away with my tail hard enough that she hits the glass and is unconscious as she floats to the bottom of the tank. I charge at the diver in the tank and rip him to shreds when my eyes roll in my head and darkness dances in my

Toni’s scream was cut short as the tentacle drove straight into her left socket. The pain was blinding. Raw. Final. Outside the twisted wreckage, her scream pierced the surface like a siren. Blood exploded from the seams of the broken hull in violent spurts. It poured in all directions, painting the water red. The shrill sound of agony echoed over the waves — then faded. The Tua Cross rocked once. Then it was gone — dragged beneath the churning mouth, swallowed whole by the sea.

my daughter cried out, her small voice splitting into a magnificent, multi-layered command that perfectly matched the sub-surface thrum of Dante’s underwater heart. She reached her tiny hands toward the sky, her violet eyes flaring with an unrestricted, sovereign brilliance. CRACK-BOOM. At the exact moment of her cry, Dante initialized the third protocol from the deep ocean trench. The water around the Aethelgard Tyrant didn't just churn—it exploded upward in a massive, three-hundred-foot geyser of brilliant purple data-rime. The thousands of open-source frontier beacons lining the cliffs ignited simultaneously, throwing a towering, geometric grid of pure magnetic friction across the sky.

Luna wouldn't notice the ants on the ground, but Ethan Brooks could feel a burst of mental fluctuations coming from them. They seem to be showing off! Could they have done it? The crabs, all belly-flopped and on their backs, their legs tied solidly by a strand of hair, their mouths spitting bubbles.

Breaking the Surface The sea creatures screamed in silence. Ronan felt their terror ripple through the currents like knives. Schools of fish darted and spun with no direction, their bodies colliding in blind panic. Larger predators lashed at shadows, their instincts unraveling, unable to read the ancient maps etched into tide and current. Even the smallest creatures—sprats, krill, the hidden plankton that lit the dark with secret luminescence—twitched and dimmed, their pulses erratic, confused.