Psycho Scream Novels & Stories

I look into the cold blue eyes and I come awake, realising the danger I am in. I turn around, scanning the parking lot in a panic, it is empty, I open my mouth to scream as my legs pump with adrenaline. The sound barely leaves my mouth before something heavy and needle sharp painful explodes at the base of my skull, I hear a bloodcurdling scream as my body hits the cement of the parking lot. As my vision fades to black, I wonder why the scream sounded so familiar when I am certain i didn't make it. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎

I turned again, and there he was—the psycho, standing a little way off, his head covered by a cap but that creepy smile was unmistakable. "I know you missed me," he said. I shook my head nervously, wanting to scream but unable to. Frustrated, I turned and ran back home. Why didn’t I bring my phone? I could hear his footsteps quickening, followed by his chilling laughter. Suddenly, I heard a loud bang.

"But pride’s a bitch. And I’ve been killing bastards like you longer than you’ve been growing teeth." From my coat pocket, I pull out a small black remote. Julius frowns. "What is that—" Click. The spheres I tucked into the rocks—the witch’s toys—activate. Blue orbs crackle, then— SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! The sound is inhuman. Ripping. Deafening. Mind-shredding. The Wolf Screamer. A spell-fused burst of sound meant to scramble any wolf’s nervous system—especially alphas. The three beasts collapse mid-motion, claws to their ears, screaming. Blood drips from their noses. They writhe like dying snakes.

Totally frightened by Patricia and the gun in her hand. Gustav Maisson came into Jason's room after hearing his son scream. The middle-aged man's eyes were now completely rounded upon seeing what was in front of him. Patricia pointed a gun at Jason and looked really scary. "Patricia, what are you doing? Lower your gun," said Gustav very gently. "I really should have killed him for everything he did to me in the past,” Patricia said very calmly. The woman had now pressed the gun and suddenly heard the sound of bullets shooting out of the gun.

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.

My release hit like a tornado, ripping through me “Ahh… ahhh ahhhh… oh God… ahhh…” I screamed, hips bucking against his face. He kept sucking, tongue working me through every wave, drawing it out until I was trembling and gasping

This woman is witty as she portrays in her clothes which is already revealing her everything. “We're going to wreck that sheets and pillow finding our version of the way to heaven.” Then she made her hands act like a cat, perhaps a tiger, and then said, “Roar!” “Chantal, there are kids in this office and I certainly think that you need to exit that door, now.” She now speaks with her solemn voice while her eyes are intently glued to Chantal. “I’m Chantal by the way, nice meeting you Mr. Psychologist.” While walking towards the door she’s waving her hands.

"I used to get made fun of as a child for that, believe it or not. I was a demon child, evidently." "Aww, kids are such little shits. I don't think you're a demon child." I pecked his neck. "So, end of October means you're a . . . Scorpio? Yeah, that's right. Makes sense." "What does that even mean?" "You're intense and mysterious. Always scheming to get what you want. And when you don't? You sting like a scorpion." His armed cinched around me. "That's right. Remember that, princess."

The calm guy said. I was still in my previous position. Didn’t move a muscle. I wonder what they are going to do next. The bars open, I could tell from the sound. My eyes were closed but I could still sense two shadows standing in front of me. “I can’t believe we caught him alive. I heard a lot about this guy before and he is a fucking psycho.” The calm guy said and the other one sounded even panic. “Hurry! I don’t want to end up like Eric! It could be that he was awake by now.”

Xavier smirked and glared her sleeping figure with his psychotic eyes as he spoke in a spooky tone. “You gotta deal with this Psycho” His lips abruptly curved up into a creepy smile. His eyes gleamed with a menacing spark. He licked his lips and pressed them on her dried ones as he kissed her hungrily. Xavier gripped her chin and slowly parted her lips to insert his tongue. He started devouring her mouth, he couldn't get enough of her sweet taste. He played with her dried tongue while the poor girl was fast asleep oblivious to all his sinful acts. His tongue caressed the roof of her mouth. Pleasurable groans escaped his mouth as he kissed her as if his life was dependent on it. He sucked her