Psycho Scream Novels & Stories

Date = 12 November Place = San Francisco (Inferno) POV - Damion A bone-piercing scream rips through the club. Everything inside me locks. My heart misfires — one violent skip — and suddenly my gut twists so hard it feels like someone shoved a fist into my abdomen and squeezed. I don’t know how I know. But I know. Mel. I’m already moving before the thought finishes forming. I shove through the crowd, hands clawing at me, bodies pressing, perfume and sweat choking the air. Someone grabs my arm. Someone else laughs.

This is where I die. As the wolves prepared to strike, I braced myself for the end. The forest seemed to hold its breath, the moonlight casting dancing shadows like specters. But just as the lead wolf lunged, everything shifted. The scene began to blur and fade. Scream, Morticia commanded. Scream like you did that night. I opened my mouth and let out a piercing scream—not of physical pain, but of pure, soul-deep anguish. The sound tore from my throat, raw and desperate, echoing through the vision until it shattered like glass.

Each scream carried the weight of my powerlessness, a plea for salvation drowned in the surreal nightmare that held me captive. As the rain of blood intensified, so did my screams. The crimson drops seemed to absorb the resonance of my cries, creating a dissonant harmony that mirrored the disintegrating fabric of my own psyche. The nocturnal landscape bore witness to my agony, each scream etching a mark on the desolate canvas of my tormented dreams. Relentless torment persisted, an unyielding barrage of pleas and cries punctuating the breakdown of reality around me. In the throes of the nightmare, my screams became a haunting melody of despair, a soulful lament that seemed to merge with the

This one didn’t seduce me, it was frantic and raw as fuck. A scream—short, broken, like she hadn’t meant to let it out but couldn’t stop it once it started. “Ahhhhhhhh”

He buried his head in my tits, licking the nipples every chance he got. Heat bled from my veins to my core and the pressure started to build. The power of his strokes built to an unbearable friction. Every stroke, every lick sent me out of control. A scream ripped through me. “Yeah, baby. That's it, take it, take all of me.” “You’re so good. Don't stop.”

Now shaking violently, she let out a prolonged scream. Like a fission bomb, strong waves broke out of her and exploded in the park, pushing everything and everyone from their position, and throwing them to different places. She screamed ceaselessly for close to a minute as her rage kept growing. Both creatures and humans bled through their ears at the sound of the sonic scream. The sonic scream was powerful enough that it burst the vampires that heard it and weakened the humans who heard it, making some humans swoon.

Modern, furnished and beautiful and looking new everyday although the house was five years old already. Juana's coffee was transparent, lot of water,lot of sugar, no milk. So she could see her face while sipping at it. Her big blue eyes were a bit undefined, her expression showed fear with a mixture of helplessness and unusual calm. Then the dream came again. Avocado. Garden. Branch. Third branch. Corpse dripping with blood. Loose. Screaming. Empty House. Dream. "Oh my goodness" she sighed, dropping her half empty mug. She tried to make meaning out of it, but it was a little creepy..

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

Without wasting time, she quickly removed it, and at the sight of that face that reminded her so much of her mother, she broke down to0 tears. Bryan jumped about happily, holding onto the big soft hand that held him. it was his aunty walking him down the same pond they had both met. He was glad he got to meet her again. They made canoes and boats with paper and she helped him sail them. This was just the perfect moment. He wished this moment would never come to an end. But just then, his hands began to slip from hers. It was like a force that kept pulling her away from him. He screamed out her name but she only turned and smiled at him in return. He screamed again, even louder this time but

He was… amused. I found myself by the lake, the vast expanse of gray water doing nothing to calm the panic rising in my chest. I should call someone. Matteo. Alessia. The police. But what would I say? A man I used to know sent me a creepy text? There was no explicit threat. It was psychological warfare, and Sebastian was a master of it. My phone buzzed again in my pocket. I flinched, my heart leaping into my throat. I pulled it out slowly, dread a cold stone in my gut.