Primal Screams Book Novels & Stories

he growled, his sweat dripping from his chest onto hers as his hardened cock positioned into her with ruthless precision. Natalia’s body convulsed violently, tears pricking her eyes as she writhed beneath him. “Eros! Oh God… Eros!” She let out a sharp scream as her body crashed with primal hunger against his. With Eros' guttural groans twining with her scream into a soundtrack of pure sin, he felt the violent spasms of her pussy clenching around him, dragging him deeper into madness. His jaw tightened as he tried to hold back, but the way she sobbed and screamed his name tore the last shred of restraint from him.

A sound that had once terrorized gods. The witches of the Order screamed. “NO—” one cried. “THE SEAL—” The tree collapsed. Falling inward, not outward. As if being swallowed. And from the darkness that opened, a colossal shape began to rise. Taller than any wolf. Broader than any beast. Eyes glowing a burning, infernal red, brighter than blood, deeper than hell. Black smoke coiled around his body like living chains unwrapping. AURA. The Primal Wolf.

! WARNING! The chapter may include extreme physical torture and a thirst for vengeance that may trigger a traumatic experience for the readers. MAX’S POV I feel like a maniac right now, so powerful. Looking at their crying faces is just satisfying. Yet, they just arrived though so why make it louder then? But it’s no fun if I would just pick up anything from the table and do it myself. That’s when I thought of the idea of betting a thousand dollars on the first person in this room that can shoot one of them in the leg. A bullet in the leg can only paralyze them. It can’t kill them.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 1 -ELAINE- The scream clawed its way out of my throat, sharp and strangled. I ran, feet pounding against the ground, lungs burning, heart jackhammering in my chest. I didn’t dare look back. I could feel it behind me, him, his presence thick like smoke, suffocating, unrelenting. Then came the tug. My scalp burned as fingers twisted into my hair, yanking me backward with such force it stole my breath. I screamed again louder, more desperate.

I was so hungry I saw stars. Everything had double vision. The book of 20-dollar scratch cards Mom gave me felt like a countdown to my death. Only one card remained. The 30 dollars I had won before this, even though I had been incredibly frugal, eating nothing but plain bread and canned soup for every meal, had lasted two weeks at most. My stomach felt like an invisible hand was squeezing it tight, cramping with pain. So I clung to one last shred of hope and called Mom.

She gasps loudly as I enter her. Fucking hell. She’s warm, wet, tight, and smooth as silk. It’s all I can do not to come the second I’m inside her. Soon, she’s groaning loudly, making these little whimpering noises that come faster and faster as I fuck her up against the wall, one hand gripping her hair and the other under her thigh, pinning her in place. Then she’s screaming my name, her pussy tightening around my cock suddenly as she climaxes and I can’t hold back any longer. I let go, flooding her sweet pussy with my hot cum. “SHIT!” I call out the word as the image pushes me over the edge, and I come.

Lila screamed in ecstasy, pushing back to meet every savage thrust. “That’s it, my good girl,” he praised, voice dark and ragged. “Take everything I give you. Scream for your vampire.” His pace grew punishing. The wet sounds of her arousal filled the room as he drove into her relentlessly. He reached around to pinch and roll her clit, forcing her closer to the edge. When her first orgasm hit, it crashed over her like a wave. Her walls clamped down hard around his cock, pulsing wildly. Damien snarled, his fangs sank deep into her neck at the exact peak of her climax. The sharp pain exploded into pure bliss.

It was the physical hunger of five centuries, manifested in a limb of vitrified bone. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The tectonic grinding in my neck spiked. The petrification had settled into my jaw, but now it was vibrating in resonance with the claw. Every time the Third Prime’s fingers tightened around my obsidian forearm, a jolt of raw, biological electricity shot up my spine, trying to rewrite my DNA into a menu. "You think the Second Prime was the predator, Phoenix," a voice boomed—not from a throat, but from the very floor beneath me. It was a sound like stones grinding against teeth. "He was just the accountant. I am the appetite."

My eyes dilate as the sensation heightens from inside me. And when the realization kicks in, my system shifts. I'm going into heat. They're forcing me into heat. "Fuck, he smells so good." The first Alpha states with pure sarcasm. "What'd you expect from an Omega lucky to fuck the Prime Alpha? Heard the Prime Alpha made him his Chosen." The second one furthers.

Her eyes—red, furious. "You little bitch," she hissed. Before I could move, she lunged and ripped me out of Adrian’s hands by the neck, lifting me up like I weighed nothing. My feet barely touched the ground. I clawed at her fingers, gasping for air. "What happened to this book?" she snarled, shaking me violently. "It's not complete! Tell me—before I break every fucking bone in your body!" "I... I don't know, ma'am," I cried out, tears burning down my cheeks. My legs kicked helplessly in the air. "Please... let me go..."