Scream Scp Novels & Stories

Just end me already. As I waited for my death, a loud screech got Amelia's attention away from me. She turned around while my eyes blinked towards the source of multiple screams. Before our sight, a large black werewolf tore the limbs apart of the three hybrids without any remorse. Then the other one was impaled through its heart, gushing red all over. And once it was done with its carnage, its deep violet eyes glared at us. Then it growled in anger and I felt its supremacy all over me, rooting me on my place.

Scarlett’s POV: I turned letting another big loud scream, but my eyes widened when I saw my friends laughing so hard at me...what the hell? I couldn't stand on my feet, I was shaking still terrified, I looked at Anthony who was holding his phone, he clicked on his phone, I heard the sound of the wolf coming from his phone, the one I heard minutes ago, I was still confused, till the realization hit me.

He slammed me violently against the wall, his eyes bloodshot with fury. "I've been far too lenient with you!" he barked. Stars exploded across my vision from the impact. His grip cut off my air, and tears spilled uncontrollably down my cheeks. The System completely broke down inside my head, triggering a frantic alarm unlike anything before. "WARNING! WARNING! S-CLASS VIOLATION DETECTED! LAYLA HAS ATTACKED THE PRIMARY TARGET! TERMINATION PROTOCOL INITIATED!" I closed my eyes and waited for death to take me.

Scar responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "What do you want?" Len asked, her patience wearing thin. "I just want to enjoy your delightful company," Scar smirked, fully aware that his words would irritate her to no end. "You're just so...ugh!" Len clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists until her knuckles turned pale. Scar, the sadistic soul that he was, reveled in the spectacle while savoring the taste of wine in his hand. "Are you afraid of me?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow and approaching her with a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

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.

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

I struggled, but I was nothing in their hands. “Jayden!” My father lunged forward, but the scarred man blocked him. “Relax, Mr. Talon,” he said with a smile. “As long as you cooperate, we will not touch him.” “What exactly do you want?”

He groaned inaudibly. " So... Will you help me?" Thoma stared at Scarlett, a frown on his face. " I'm not doing this for you." He stated before furrowing his brows in thought. " What is it you want me to do?" He asked. Scarlett let out a sigh, smiling for the first time since she stepped foot into that house. " I want you to to create a scandal. One so big, neither of them will be able to get out without my help." She replied.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

he says quietly. I find that odd. “And as for information… I’m Scar. I think I lost my ID and stuff when I was attacked,” he mutters. I nod sympathetically, still trying to understand the reason he doesn’t want us to tell the cops. Then suddenly my senses scream with adrenaline and alertness. I smell it before it even happens. Suddenly, the door bursts open. Splinters fly. Screams sound in the background. My senses roaring, I stand there and watch as a wolf, huge, monstrous, familiar, flanked by two other wolves, stands in the doorway.