Plankton Screams Novels & Stories

The fish started screaming. Now, I’m not a fish expert, but I’m fairly sure fish aren’t supposed to scream. I hit it again, but it kept screaming and then all the other fish joined in. If you’re wondering what a fish scream sounds like, pretty much like this: Ahh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! My party looked horrified and ready to start screaming themselves. I went over to where our stuff was piled up and took out my new sword. I walked over to the fish and cut off their heads, one after the other. The screaming stopped.

“Something’s in the water.” The words barely left her mouth before she screamed, thrashing violently. Shapes darted beneath the surface, dark and fast. Then I saw them—black, sleek bodies slicing through the current, flashes of red glowing beneath the water like embers. My blood went cold. “Oh no… no, no, no. Those aren’t vines. They’re piranhas!” Caesar’s face paled. “Everyone grab a vine and climb! NOW! They’ll tear us apart!” The river erupted violently as the waters rised.

The emerald green field bundled into a dense jet and shot as pure kinetic energy forward, directly against the shell of the wreck. Boooooom! The ancient submarine vibrated so violently that a cloud of red grate vibrates like blood in Fog spread. For salt scorpion it had to sound like the wreck suddenly the loudest and most fat prey animal in the entire tomb. The creature completely ignored our standing steel lungs. She crashed blindly past us and rammed with their entire, tons-heavy mass into the flank of the

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.

He had already put that factor in his gun to change the needles with every dose. “Now we wait” Takashi said. And it didn’t take long before the first guy was foaming at the mouth, the second guy turned pale, then blue and he looked bloated. The third guy jerked uncontrollably in his seat and just seized movement. The fourth just simply breathed his last. A peaceful death compared to all the rest. And the last guy released a screech trying to get free, and the screech died down and so did he. “A wonderful presentation”.

A lapping splashing sound in the murky reservoir water nearby is the first warning something besides a few fish, amphibians, turtles and waterfowl are out there, but it’s nowhere near enough. “Fucking Christ,” I hiss through my teeth, watching as the hulking bulk of a black lobster-like leviathan with glowing red eyes and a gaping mouth full of multiple rows of teeth levers its way onto the shore, pulling itself forward with twisting flexible limbs like a starfish, or an octopus.

The greenhouse trembled as if struck by an earthquake, but Iris knew the violent shaking came from something far more terrifying than any natural disaster. The supernatural plants were screaming. Not the gentle whispers of communication she had grown accustomed to, but raw, primal shrieks of botanical terror that clawed at her consciousness like fingernails on glass. Every specimen Eleanor had cultivated over six decades was dying in synchronous agony, their collective death song reverberating through dimensions that human ears weren't meant to perceive.

They were drowning in their own DNA, their nervous systems firing like short-circuited wires. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Instead, a vibration rippled from her chest—a low, haunting hum that sounded like a whale song played through a cathedral organ. The Battle for the Lobby Fifty floors below, the world was a nightmare of scales and teeth. Kael slammed his shoulder into a shifter whose skin had turned into a translucent, rubbery blue. The creature didn't growl; it let out a high-pitched click, its obsidian-clawed hands raking across Kael’s chest.

This one is louder. I blink, look down at my hands and up. Everything around me is slow. Voices muffled. It's as if someone is holding me underwater. The lights go down. In the darkness even more panic is created. Someone steps on my toe. Someone screams in my ear. A child is crying among them. Most of them are humans, too scared for their mortal lives.

But then, a low, unnatural horn echoes from the ridges. ​Dozens more pour from the mine shafts. A tide of shadow and claws. ​We are drowning in them. Kai snarls, Atlas ripping through one beast after another, but there are simply too many. ​Suddenly, the pack link explodes with a sound that stops my heart. ​Mara screams.