Primal Screams Book Novels & Stories

Instead of focusing on the phone that I have in my hand, my eyes just wouldn’t stop. The table where I was was set perfectly for me to see the handsome man across the table. He’s sitting not far from me, leaving me the luxury of seeing him. I don’t care if he sees me staring at him. I’m shameless when it comes to him. Oh, you’re smitten, Prun. You’re seriously in danger, and you need to stop. My number was called, and my eyes averted from the guy. I walked towards the counter and picked up my order.

His strong grip on her hips guided her back towards him, aligning himself with her eager pussy for another deep and intense connection. He entered her forcefully, his body slamming into hers with a primal need. Olivia's screams pierced the air—no longer sweet moans but raw, carnal cries. Each one was a declaration, a challenge thrown at the invisible specter of Cathleen. In Olivia's heated mind, every scream was a message: He is mine.

Screams I hope never to hear again. Andessa lets out a strangled cry of pure, maternal anguish that breaks throughout the temple. I don't watch Avizandria roasting my step-siblings alive. The heat is immense even from where I am standing close to Azraelyrs, yet the heat does not scorch my skin. Their screams are raw, agonizing, and unlike anything bloody I have ever heard. They are screams of pure agony and of flesh melting and bones turning to ash. The smell of burning hair and body fat fills the air.

My heart screamed inside me. And then he stilled. Just like that, the warmth left his lips. My body froze. And then a sound tore from me, raw, primal, broken beyond words, a scream not from my throat, but from the deepest part of my soul. It echoed through the ruins, through the mountains, through the heavens. A sound of a heart ripped from its mate.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

The first scream tore through the morning haze like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. Evelyn had been leaning over the town’s archives earlier, trying to make sense of centuries-old records, when it reached her through the fog outside. It wasn’t the familiar, echoing howl she had grown accustomed to—it was raw, frantic, and human in panic.

I screamed. The sound tore from me, raw and primal, echoing against the walls of the chamber, the flames shot higher, circling my wrists, twisting like living serpents, casting shadows that danced across the floor. I shook my hands, desperate to smother them, but the fire clung tighter, fed by my panic. My heart pounded, faster, faster, and with it the flames grew brighter, hungrier, until the very air crackled with heat.

Melissa The scream that tore from my throat was raw and primal, ripped from the very depths of my soul. I bolted upright in bed, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird desperate for escape. The sheets were tangled around my legs, damp with the cold sweat that drenched my skin. It was the same nightmare. The one that had haunted me for as long as I could remember, a twisted reel of memory and horror that played behind my eyelids every time I closed them.

A wet, visceral ripping sensation deep in the bones of the ship, deep in the bones of me. Reality screamed without making a noise. And what bled out… gods. Primordial Blood. The name slammed into my head, unbidden, tasting of iron and ozone and something impossibly ancient. Wrong. Not void, not silence. The opposite. Chaos given form. Raw, screaming proto-matter bleeding from the wound the Unraveler left behind.

She hissed, and the hungry wolf lunged. The sounds of my screams echoed, but there was no one for miles to hear me. ©COPYRIGHT 2025/ T. MURPHY. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED