Scream Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The girl had not anticipated the sharp bite of a man's fangs, jolting her awake. She let out a piercing scream, her voice echoing through the her dreams. Emaline's body trembled with fear as she backed away from the looming figure in front of her. "Please, I beg of you, cease this torment!" she cried out, her eyes wide with terror. Emaline let out a piercing scream again as the man's lips pressed against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The sensation of his fingers pinching her n*pples grew stronger, causing her to writhe in pleasure and pain. Emaline's senses were heightened as she felt a warm sensation trickling down her shoulder. She couldn't see the crimson liquid, but she knew

I let out another scream of frustration just as the door opens and Damian and Scar walk in. “I'm sorry the guys and I weren't able to watch her. I'm sorry we failed to protect her and bring her back home,” Scar says like a beaten kitten, her head lowered and her eyes glimmering with sadness and regret. I laugh like a madman. I laugh till it feels like I can't make a sound anymore and plunge onto the floor beside the bed. Scar looks at Damian worriedly. “Is he crazy?” Her lips quiver as she asks the question.

I got home and opened the door, only to be met with a blow to the head. Evelyn screamed, swinging a stick at me. "Get out, you filthy tramp! We don't need you!" Blood trickled from my forehead into my eyes, stinging like acid. I raised my arm to block her. "Enough!" She stumbled, the stick clattering to the floor. Then, like a switch flipped, she collapsed into sobs, wrapping me in a suffocating hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sick. I didn't mean it."

This may be the end of Scarred Under Moonlight, but it's not the end of my stories. Until we meet again in another story, under another moon. With heartfelt gratitude and appreciation, S.A. RIVERS

He smiled at her with absolute meekness and then raised his eyes to his walk and moved away, leaving her at their mercy again, screaming full of her throat until she no longer had a voice crying out. the present: Lamara rose from her nap, screaming in her throat, "I'm Kira, Arsene's daughter, Stefan's sister, shepherd, and Damien's girlfriend....me....me...." Celine entered her terrified of her loud screams that filled the palace, and found her curled up in the corner of the room, covering her trembling body with her arms and screaming from her throat. She approached her to find that her wrists were covered in dark red blood, closer to black than to red.

I stammered, shaking with terror. "Hmph. You've seen it all. Today is your last day, pervert," he said, his anger palpable. "I'm not a pervert! I'm your fan!" I cried, trembling. "A fan? Are you sure?" "Yes! I am... your fan!" I answered, even more frightened as Drex's irises flickered back to yellow. "Haha! But you ran away screaming when you saw the real me! That wolf was me, Drex Ethan! I am a Lycan!" He grinned, leaning in so close that he licked my cheek, as if tasting his next meal.

He had too many small scars on his face to count, across his forehead, down his neck, scar tissue pulling his lips into a tight, permanent grimace, exposing one long alpha canine. All of the small scars were dominated by the largest one, an angry, red, jagged line that ran from the divet in his top lip over his left eye. This close, Ammy could see that eye was a little cloudy and she wondered vaguely how much of his sight Damon had in it. The moment was broken by Ammy's heat and a wave of pain went through her, pulling a small whine from her mouth. Damon gave her a nasty smile and the alpha leaned close, inhaling deeply. Ammy was horrified to see Damon's pupils dilate and the smell of arouse

came the nasally, chipper voice. She looked over to see Spencer standing way too close to her, grinning, his braces in her face, and his breath smelling like Salami. “We should like hang out more often!” He stood there, grinning, leaning in even closer until he was just inches away—and Scarlet finally turned her head away, revolted. She conspicuously bent over and gathered her books, and finally, to her relief, Spencer disappeared. Scarlet was even madder, wondering if Spencer had now also managed to scare Sage away.

Her eyes, wide, glistening, searched mine desperately. I leaned closer, brushing my lips over hers in a whisper of a kiss. “I’m crazy about you, Scar.” Her breath hitched. “You are…” “You cannot even imagine,” I murmured, trailing my thumb over her swollen lips. Her teeth caught her bottom lip, making me want her even more. “I’m losing my mind for you, Scarlet. Every part of me is screaming your name.” “Then take me, Damien,” she whispered, her voice trembling yet sure. “Take me…”

Brooklyn continued, her words dripping with unspoken threats. Penelope's response was a veneer of composure, a mask that barely concealed her brewing storm. "Whatever you say, Bitch," her expression seemed to declare, though the words remained unspoken. "Since you're here, let me announce something," Brooklyn stated, her eyes briefly meeting mine before settling on Penelope with a look of triumphant authority. This spelled trouble. "Scarlett is the new member of the cheer squad. Your latest competition. A candidate for vice-captain."