Primal Screams Book Novels & Stories

"Get off me you ugly old hag!" I cry out as its claws rip through my hands. Smelling my blood in the air, the creature unleashed its primal instinct. With a piercing scream, it opened its jaws, targeting my face as something inside me burst forth. I feel like a dam has broken, and I’m letting it all out. A light, so blinding, burst from me. Causing my eyes to shut in ache and eliciting desperate, painful shrieks from those ugly monsters.

A bloodcurdling scream filled the air as Priya was violently thrown back, her body crashing against the cold, hard floor. I gasped, greedily pulling in air as my vision cleared. My head snapped to the side, and there was Simone, standing tall, chanting something under her breath as she stepped between me and Priya. The air around her crackled with energy, a protective aura forming like a shield. "Ally, get up!" Simone’s voice was urgent, her eyes wild with fear. I pushed myself up, my limbs trembling, but before I could steady myself, Priya let out a furious growl. Her body twisted unnaturally as she scrambled to her feet, her eyes glowing an eerie crimson.

the leader said in a husky terrifying voice. ‘You just need to embrace that power’ I heard the words of the old lady play in my head. I walked out of the cottage and onto the bare ground. The moon was now shining on me and I felt this urge to scream. I wanted to resist it but I decided to embrace this power. I stood looking at the shadows and let out a primal scream that was so piercing that it might have traveled beyond 20 kilometers. The moment I started screaming. The sky turns a deep shade of red as a massive eclipse begins to form……

Samantha’s scream tore through the clearing. The pain intensified—searing white-hot through her chest, her limbs, her skull. She collapsed fully to the ground, her fingers digging into the soil. Her body arched, and a snarl—inhuman and raw—escaped her lips. Her eyes rolled back. The world around her flickered. She saw shadows—wolves with glowing eyes, stars tumbling from the heavens, rivers of silver blood, a forest on fire—and a boy with mismatched eyes whispering: “We miss you, sister.”

Then, the dam of guilt, fear, rage at the betrayal, and terror of losing Aiden broke. I raised my head to the morning sky and let out a howl that was not that of a wolf but of a wounded woman: a primal, pure scream, a cry of pain that echoed in the cold air. A scream that confessed my fear, my guilt, and my terror. It was such a heart-wrenching sound that my mates shuddered. I screamed until my throat was dry and could make no more sound. My body gave up, and I collapsed. I fell onto the cold concrete, breaking into hysterical sobs.

I am left screaming into the void, my grief and pain echoing through the empty room. In the depths of my anguish, I unleash a primal scream that reverberates through the room. It tears through the air, an anguished cry escaping from the depths of my soul. The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express.

They feel stiff and gritty, like sand is trapped under my eyelids. I’ve silently cried everything out. There’s nothing left. I’ve prayed too. Mindless, desperate prayers whispered into the darkness. To whoever might be listening. For Damion and the boys to find us in time. And to protect my little blob and all of us until they do. They took my father earlier. Dragged him out. The door slammed. And then the screaming started. It comes in waves. Raw. Burning. Animal. The sound cuts through the suffocating darkness every now and then, ripping straight through my spine. Each scream feels like it scrapes something inside me.

I am excited to show off our babies and my new abilities, and excited to show him how much we are all changing. But mostly, I just want to hold him again. Even with Ona here, I am unbelievably lonely and heartsick. I want to breathe in his unique scent, to feel safe and protected within his strong arms. I want him to lie with me under the stars one last time before our world comes crashing down around us. With sadness in my heart, I fall asleep, my arms wrapped around my enormous belly. ____ “PRIMUS,” I wake up screaming. Something is wrong. Pushing myself out of bed, I shift rapidly, my wings forming, my version of scale armor appearing over my chest and legs.

He lifted his enormous head, powerful jaws parting slightly to reveal the flash of long fangs. And roared. The sound crashed over me like a physical wave—deep, guttural, primal—shaking the trees and the very ground beneath my feet. It rolled through every inch of my body, vibrating down my spine and settling low in my belly with a terrifying, heated pulse I refused to name. My vision blurred at the edges. My knees buckled. I dropped hard to the forest floor, chest heaving, fighting with everything I had to stay conscious. The world spun. The last thing I saw was those burning red eyes drawing nearer… until they consumed everything. Then darkness swallowed me whole.

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