Primal Screams Book Novels & Stories

Then, the lights began to flicker and flicker until it died out slowly leaving everyone in darkness. The silence lasted only a heartbeat before the screaming and eerie sounds of snarls and bone snapping started. The people were just shouting, they were screaming, sounds of guttural, primal shrieking. The wounds of snapping bones and tearing of flesh echoed off the tile walls like wet firecrackers. I stood frozen, my hand hovering near my holster, but I couldn't see a damn thing, all I could hear and feel were the screams and splatters of blood on my body making me absolutely terrified from my inner soul. Just as the screams grew higher, it suddenly died down, replaced by low horrific snarls

His iron grip tightened around my throat, not enough to cut air, just enough to make me pulse hammer against his palm, stars blooming behind my eyes as the pressure built. The triple assault, mouth ravaging my breast, cock destroying my cunt, hand throttling my throat which shattered my control. A feral orgasm tore through me, my inner walls snapping shut like a steel trap around his invading length, milking him with violent, rhythmic pulses as I screamed his name, raw and tearing: “STEPFATHER!” The sound bounced off the room tiles, a primal cry of surrender and shame. Then the door burst open.

I screamed in my head, begging for my life. I felt the man’s lips part allowing him to taste my skin with his tongue. I tried to let out an almighty scream, but air is all that escaped my lips. He sank his fangs deep into my neck, piercing through my skin like the soft flesh of a peach. It sent a wave of scorching pain throughout my body like a volcanic sea of lava. The once-booming music was now a low hum, and I could feel the world slipping away from me. The little flashes of light that were once there, now faded away into hopelessness and empty darkness just like my attacker’s eyes.

His smile showed double rows of teeth. “No . . . ” The Julian-Thing mounted her, enfolding the woman in its ancient, fire-blackened wretchedness, penetrating her. Sydney began to scream: sheer, bloodcurdling cries which eventually gave way to primal sounds, bestial grunts and moans as she widened her legs. After, the screaming came again. ***

Olivia's instinct screamed at her to flee, to escape the clutches of the monster that stood before her. But before she could react, a primal scream erupted from her throat. It tore through the air, muffled by the gag that bound her mouth but still piercing in its intensity. The sound reverberated in the confined space, a desperate plea for help that echoed off the walls, reaching the depths of her captor's twisted soul.

SERAPHINA POV The scream pierced the stillness of the night, a haunting, primal wail that resonated through the air. It was sharp and desperate, filled with anguish and terror, as if it were torn from the very depths of a soul in torment. The sound curled around the night, reverberating like a chilling echo, leaving a heavy weight in the silence that followed. It felt alive, a visceral cry that sent shivers down my spine. The scream felt out of place in this deadly silent place.

My blood rushing through my veins is the only noise I hear while my head throbs. A cry of agony cuts through, and I watch as my friend drops to the ground. Her body convulsing awkwardly as her bones break and reform. A golden cloud hangs above, beckoning to me, calling to the primal beast locked within. The longer I stare at the fog, the more intense the pounding becomes. As if the primal beast within is trying to break free. Through blurry eyes, I stare ahead at my friend in pain, her cries nearly unbearable. Each piercing squeal into the night is like another shock wave, my knees weak and the world spinning faster than before.

Then, fine! 'But how do we—shit!’ My next words turned into a guttural scream as my whole body seized with pain. Every joint in me cracked as though someone had contorted them in a thousand directions. I dropped to the floor, my breath hitching in agonizing bursts that ripped through my throat. Gritting my teeth, I mustered all of my strength, channeling it into one fierce primal scream that echoed around me. Reina took over and exploded out of the window like a bolt of lightning. ‘We'll hunt them all down one day! I swear!’

Twisted. And then, as if in answer to the pain, a primal scream ripped through my mind. Not Eliza’s. It was raw, guttural, filled with ancient grief and unbridled rage. A scream that wasn’t mine, yet resonated deep within my very bones, threatening to tear my sanity apart. Blood! They took my blood! the voice howled, alien and terrifying.

DELILAH The scream ripped out of me before I could stop it. It was raw, painful, a sound I didn’t even recognize as my own. For a second, it silenced everything....the chants, the laughter, the jeering. Every head turned, every phone tilted back toward me, every sneer froze mid-expression. The cafeteria, once roaring with noise, was now filled with the remainder of my screams. I clutched my books tighter against my chest, my hands trembling so badly. Tears streamed down my face, but I didn’t even care anymore. There was no hiding it. There was nothing left to protect.