Scream Queens Novels & Stories

He slowly pause but unexpectedly thrust two thick finger's into it. I pause. I also gasp. My lips ajars and my eyes broadens. My upper and lower lips both tremble. They slowly quake. Hurt and pleasure combined both radiates my eyes. They control my expression. I breath heavily. I hold it not longer. Holding it more is impossible. I instantly scream. I scream loudly. They touch every four walls within the queen mother's room. My screams are trio combination of pleasure, desires and cravings. They're combination of moans and hurt.

When it finally subsided, the altar was a glistening, sticky battlefield of bodies. Sophia looked into the main camera, lips swollen, milk and cum dripping down her chin and pregnant belly. “You came to conquer us,” she rasped. “Instead, you’ve only fed the fire.” Aurora, breathless and glowing beside her, smiled with dark satisfaction. “Stay. Become part of us… or try to break us. Either way, you’ll never forget this night.” Viktor wiped his mouth, eyes gleaming with dangerous respect. “This is only the beginning, Queens of Sin.”

“You know... as long as you three stay together, like this, no one can defeat us.” ---- Follow me on Queens from Hell @faceb00l

Chloe was stuck in the biology lab, cornered by a group of notorious campus bullies. Allie’s heart dropped as she read the text. She threw her bag down by the side of the road and dashed toward the lab, urgency fueling her every step. The reason for her rush was clear: Chloe was in serious trouble. Allie knew all too well how this group operated. She’d written an article about them before—five wealthy, influential girls notorious for their cruelty. They’d formed a group on campus called the “Ice Queens,” and they had one shared obsession: Adam Reynolds.

Sarah couldn’t hold back; she wanted to cry out but feared someone might hear her, so she bit down hard on her lower lip, managing only a faint moan. But Victor, feeling sorry for her, slipped a finger between her lips. “Go ahead and scream—this place is soundproof.” Sarah had reached her limit; finally, she couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a soft, lustful cry, “Ah, ah, ah… It’s… it’s too fast…” She wanted him to slow down, but instead, he intensified his efforts. His thick cock thrust in and out with increasing ferocity, each stroke harder than the last, causing her wetness to spurt out in all directions, her juices flowing freely.

During a scavenge in a ruined department store three blocks away, things went wrong. The air was thick with the scent of damp wool and decay. Rhea was upstairs searching for winter blankets when a frantic shout erupted from the loading dock below. She scrambled down the debris-strewn stairs, her heart hammering against her ribs, only to see Tess and Leo cornered by a pack of Grays. These weren't the slow-moving shamblers of the outer Fringe. These were lean, fast, and hungry, a pack of "Screechers" that had moved in from the subway lines.

He fumed, and it's making my temper overflow. "Never in your wildest dreams, jerk," I muttered, and he looked at me sharply. "Oh, the clever hybrid. Aren't you the cursed daughter of Queen Claudia of the Northern Witches and King Draco of the Vampires? Aw, you did have a reunion already? Well, wait, where's your daddy? Is he dead?" He snickered, and none of us reacted. He just kept right on, and more werewolves were arriving. "Well, I guess he's really dead since you are alive. I wonder if I will kill you, can that make your daddy alive? What do you think?" He kept on talking bullsh*ts, and I'm just holding my cool.

Too wide. From her throat poured a guttural, inhuman shriek. And the shadows answered. --- Dozens of villagers emerged from behind homes, from alleyways, from beneath snow-covered carts. Men. Women. Children. All of them smiling. Eyes black. Skin pallid. And all of them screaming without breath. Elira’s blood ran cold. “Shields up! Hold formation!” The first wave struck like a nightmare. The corrupted villagers attacked with claws and teeth, inhumanly fast, eyes void of anything but hunger. But the queen’s guard did not falter. Swords met flesh. Shields broke bone.