Scream Novelization Novels & Stories

Because from above, the screams began. They weren’t simple screams. They were screams of pain. Despair. As if someone was being torn apart on the other side. We reached a new door. Different. It was marked with deep cuts, as if claws or blades had attacked it for centuries. Blood trickled through the cracks, filling the air with a strong, nauseating metallic smell. I shuddered. My fingers curled into fists. The screams didn’t stop. I looked at Daimon, hesitant. My entire body begged me to retreat, but my feet were glued to the floor.

CRACK. The sound echoed. The world seemed to wobble. For a second, I wasn't in my cottage. I heard something. It wasn't the wind. It was a scream. A lot of screams. And the smell of rosemary was gone. It was replaced by something sharp. Something like copper. Something like blood. I stopped. I held the pestle so tight my new knuckles turned white. "Senna?" Elara asked. "Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost."

Adrian leaned toward them and explained that I was exaggerating to steal Selena's moment. Then the third blade drove in. My hand emerged through the opening near the top. My fingertips were bloody from scraping the metal in the dark. Selena slammed the panel down and trapped my hand inside again. The audience thought it was part of the trick. They applauded. They laughed. Adrian sat alone in the interview room and watched the recording over and over. An Enforcer finally reached for the controls, but Adrian said hoarsely, "Play it again." The video restarted. My scream filled the room.

Lissa took the page and began downstairs where her friend waited. Downstairs, Marley sat at the table with a laptop open, hard at work. Even on her days off Marley never stopped working... “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” she asked when Lissa entered the room. Lissa held out the torn page. “No,” she said. “But the girl who wrote this deserves to be heard.” Chapter Nineteen: Down a Rabbit Hole The dining room smelled like garlic bread and nervous energy. Lissa had cooked too much lasagna, salad, homemade dressing that Colt used to love. She wasn’t sure why she tried so hard. Maybe because this felt like the last normal moment before everything came undone.

And that moment that exact second my body jerked violently. My spine arched. My throat opened in a silent scream. Heat poured through me so intense I thought I would burst apart. My vision went white. Then black. Then red. Three voices crashed into my skull at once. Mine. Mine. Mine. And the last thing I heard before I hit the ground was Damon whispering: “She will belong to the one she crawls to first.”

I whispered. Brian’s eyes went wide, his pupils blown, sweat rolling down his temples now, chair creaking as his whole body shook. He stared at the drill like it was already inside him. He opened his mouth to scream. “Help! Somebody—!” I smiled. “No one’s coming.”I said. The drill whined higher. His scream rose to match it. ~~~~

**Chapter 15** **After the Scream** The first thing I felt was the cold. Tile pressed against my cheek. The sharp, metallic smell of blood filled my nose. Voices swam above me—urgent, overlapping, too loud. “—bleeding, she’s bleeding—” “What the fuck did you do?” “I didn’t mean—she screamed and then—” “Move. Get out of the way.” I tried to open my eyes. The kitchen lights stabbed into my skull. Someone’s hands were on my shoulders, shaking me carefully. Sarah’s voice broke on my name.

He brought his lips to my right ear and pulled his dick away, “You poor girl, that’s not even close. Come on now, scream for me.” And I let him have it. The first scream felt ridiculous, but quickly shifted to freeing. “PLEAASSEEE PLEASSEEE B FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME NOOOWW PLLE-“ But before I could finish my last groveling words he thrusted his cock deep into my pussy and unleashed a whole different voice in me

Scarlett’s hand transformed, her nails turning into deadly claws. Before I could react, she dug them into my arm, ripping through my skin like a blade. I screamed in agony as fresh blood gushed from the deep gashes. The pain was unbearable. Was this how I was going to die? Tortured and humiliated in front of the entire pack? Half an hour. I had been suffering for half an hour. My body felt numb, the pain too overwhelming to process. And then— Scarlett suddenly stood up, stepping away from me. I was left lying there, broken, bleeding, barely able to breathe. She looked down at me with a satisfied smirk."Now, let’s end this once and for all," she said, her voice dripping with triumph. I barely

“Oh, we’re just warming up.” I cranked the torch higher, the plates glowing orange now, the smell of scorching metal mingling with the faint char of flesh. I dropped the press another inch, grinding his fingers flat. Bones snapped like brittle twigs, and this time, he roared—a deep, guttural scream that sent a shiver of ecstasy down my spine. Yes. Scream for me. Alessandra’s voice cut through, soft and pleading. “Alex… enough. We need him to talk.”