Primal Screams Book Novels & Stories

“Oh please, spare me your hypocrisy Larry. Do not say you haven’t enjoyed the debaucheries I introduced you to. Between the two of us, you were the one who enjoyed two women at once. Anyway, just update me as I have an early start tomorrow. We have a fashion show to run in Dubai so enjoy your affianced life old dog.” Devlin showered first before he settled down to sleep, he always slept in the nude. Halfway through his sleep though, he dreamt of the woman again. She was wearing rags and huddled in a corner, when she saw him, she shuddered and seemed to shrink into herself. Devlin approached her gingerly but she started screaming and blood was oozing from her. There was blood everywhere and t

She snatched the book from Zahir. That was the first time I was having a clearer look at the book, “but it’s so beautiful… Can I see it?” “S-sure. Here,” she handed me the book. As soon as I touched the books, there was a sharp pain in my head. My ears went numb for a few seconds, but in those few seconds I heard agonising screams, screeches that could tear a soul, cries for help, shouts all mixed and ringing in my head. Some strange images flashed in front of my shut eyes of something that looked like a massacre.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

There was something otherworldly about that primal scream, like two voices coming from her mouth; one that was elena and one that wasn't human at all. Elena flopped back onto the bed after that last scream, exhausted and breathless. She closed her eyes and started to cry, the sobs wracking her body, her voice hoarse from the screams. She curled into a fetal ball and sobbed and moaned so deep that Marie wasn't even sure if it was her making that noise. Mariw was shivering from shock and fear. This was way beyond anything in her life. She had no idea what she could do for her. She didn't want to touch her again, fearing another flying fist.

Aiden is coming to the reading. The reading is good. I wish there was more original work, seeing as the first poet just recited Poe’s work. I am feeling comfortable with Felix and Aiden and happily watch Aiden’s beer while he goes to the restroom. He must speed pee and have the ability to obfuscate, because I nearly jump out of my skin when he returns so quickly, so quietly and so close with those yellow cat eye contacts and his fangs that complete the spooky look. A shiver runs down my spine. How am I both scared and turned on by him at the same time? We laugh and enjoy the second poet whose original work follows the same macabre theme as Poe’s, yet feels fresh.

I see it - her energy shifting. I can't let that happen. So I do the only thing I can. I scream. RAVEN! My voice cracks through the library like a whip, sharpened by instincts, laced with command. It echoes. Loud. Sharp. Unmistakable. The kind of sound you don't ignore. And I could swear the whole pack heard me. The librarian stumbles back, face pale, eyes wide. While Raven crumbles, fire extinguishing as if snuffed by my scream. Her eyes close. And just like that, she's Raven again. Small. Still. Human-looking.

The remnants of the chain scream into existence, threads of darkness snaking from him to me, trying to catch, trying to bind— And gods, some part of me wants to let them. But the other part—the wild, broken, burning part—snaps its teeth and laughs and hurls them back like glass into a storm. The Primordial laughs too, low and sweet and cruel. Oh, little flame. Let him try. Let him bleed. And when he breaks, I will make you whole. The wound in the sky widens. Stars fall like tears of fire. The earth groans as if the bones of the world can’t bear the weight of what’s coming.

She cried out, her body convulsing as she came, her p*ssy clenching around his c*ck as her screams echoed through-out the walls of the library. She hadn't gotten over the first one when he increased his pace, hitting her deeper and deeper. Something ravaging pushing him, like he'd been waiting for this the whole time. Like he'd been waiting for the day he would tear her apart. Her screams were unrestricted, unrelentless as they tore out of her throat, one after the other, music to both of their ears. His palms gripped her br**sts, pinching her n*ipples slightly, sending a rocking shiver down her spine and making her let out a shaky m*an. With a last hit, Anna let out a scream as her orgasm e

I would remember that. By the time I shoved into the library, my pulse was still uneven. I strode straight into the hidden room, past the shelves that reeked of dust and age. The Core Fang rested where it always had, thrumming faintly like it resented being ignored. I didn’t linger. My hand found the thick book of Primus records and the torn sheet I had once stolen from the Book of Ashes. The same sheet I had used in performing the ritual that might be what is shifting Aqua.

Screams erupted, the air thick with the scent of blood and fear. ‎Rex grabbed my arm, pulling me behind him, his body a shield. “Stay down,” he growled, his voice low, primal. He shifted, his form rippling into a massive black wolf, his red eyes glowing like fire. He lunged, tearing into the nearest enemy, his claws ripping through fur and flesh. ‎