Screaming Bloody Murders Novels & Stories

Her hand catches the corner of her folder and pulls down her sleeve revealing a very dark and unflattering mark on her creamy skin. I have to focus on pushing my wolf down from the surface. Someone has hurt what's ours, and it's fresh from the way she starts rubbing it pulling her sleeve down making sure it stays covered. I can feel my wolf rattling my cage. He wants to go up to her, sweep her up off the floor and claim her as his in front of everyone. Though I'm pretty sure the tiny human girl would definitely bolt before I'd even get close enough.

My other ‘ME’ killed a man, murdered someone. I saw the man’s blood squirt from his neck and in an instant, he dropped on the floor with his laptop. I know the man is already dead but the woman, which is me, is not satisfied. She went closer to the man and checked his pulse to see if he was already dead and after checking she laughed and wiped her cutter with the man’s cloth to clean the blood, she wiped the blood on her face too and on her arm and then she licked some of the blood on her finger. I heard her humming and then laughing. Humming and then laughing. Humming and laughing repeatedly. She brings out a small black notebook and uses the man’s blood to erase something and I heard her c

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

Something is wrong. She dashed towards the door and yanked it open. She stepped out and paused. Outside was a mess. Everyone were crying and running at all directions. Blood was splattering everywhere, and fresh bones scattered on the ground. The ground itself was red, full of blood like a river. Everyone were crying yet the cries were inaudible. Tears smeared on their faces but Mira can't hear any single sound. It's like the world felt silent, muting the sound of horror.

A cold-hearted killer with a mind corrupted with evil. Her darker side has come to play. "I hope you'll enjoy screaming, Kane. I certainly will when I cut you up into itty bitty portions just like what happened to Dina," Raven said, receiving a knife from Celie. "It's a pity you won't be buried or have a grave, though. I'll burn you until you're nonexistent. Nothing but ash." She chuckled at the fear in Kane's eyes and she angled the knife at his finger, then began her work.

MALACHI By dawn, the grim reality of the night’s events began to surface. Reports of multiple murders trickled in, each more gruesome than the last. The police had already cordoned off the crime scenes, but the details leaked out: the killings were the work of a single, methodical individual. Each victim had been mutilated, their hearts surgically removed and their bodies mangled, with several key bones missing from the skeletal remains. The motive was a void, and the selection of homes seemed entirely random, scattered across the territory with no discernible pattern.

He was dragged down deep into the abyss, he couldn't see or hear anything. Demons of his past. His memories. His parent's death. His cousin's death. His pregnant sister's death right here behind him in his library. Her screams as she called to him and he couldn't answer. Her lifeless tear-filled eyes as she gazed into space, dead. Screams. So much screams. Children being raped. Men being whipped. Ronald's roars. Scarlett's screams. Bami's cries. Veroni's pain-filled shrieks. Vane's howls as he was brutally raped. Valen's devilish laughter. The smell of death. The lifeless eyes.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

she screams, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, her whole body had adorned in beautiful blues scales, scales I used to hate when they were attached to me. Her sharp fingernails cutting into my flesh effortlessly, but it didn’t hurt, it didn’t hurt because I had already experienced the most hurtful thing when I found out my soulmate was deprived of a wonderful mother because of me. “Fight back! You are the all-powerful vampire prince, fight back,” she screams, everyone had stopped to look, no one wanted to intervene, rightfully so this is between me and my mate. “I don’t have the right to,” I calmly say making her angrier, releasing and even a greater wrath unto my skin, she had continued

"I will break you. Oh, I will make you scream, sweetheart. That I swear." Suppressing a shudder as soon as the door closed, I dug my nails into my palms, a hysteric laugh bubbled up my throat, but it turned to a sob. This was too much. The tears were still pouring down my face, and my body was shaking, and I was really afraid that I would never breathe again. * Damien Raeken