Screaming Bloody Murders Novels & Stories

Worse than untouchable— they were unstoppable. Italian-American mafia royalty. Ruthless, brilliant, devastatingly efficient killers. And he wanted me to try to assassinate them? Fucking madness. “I can’t do it,” I said, through gritted teeth, trying to sound firm. “That’s suicide, painful suicide.” “Oh, that’s too bad…” my boss cooed. Then gunshots echoed through the phone, followed by a scream. A small, fragile, terrified feminine scream. No! My blood turned to ice.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

I can hear their screams and shouts of both agony and rage making me smile in satisfaction. I'm just glad the whole shop was soundproof. “These would be a good addition to my collection,” I informed him absentmindedly while reaching for the bleach on the cabinet below the table. “This would hurt but you'll live,” I mumble as I washed his wounds with bleach. Scream after scream erupted from his mouth while his body convulsed uncontrollably as the pain intensified. “Pl-please ju-just ki…kil…kill me.” He croaked out in a barely audible voice before passing out.

Twisting her lips inside she slowly moved there and peeked inside through it but the moment she did, the colour drained from her face and her eyes widened in horror. Hearing and reading about things was a different thing but watching someone being murdered was a horror nobody wants to experience but she did. Sabrina placed her hand on her mouth as she watched her brother-in-law stabbing a knife in the left eye of a tied-up man without any mercy. The man’s blood-curdling scream pierced her ears.

All the girls that I had slept with in Los Angeles were cruelly murdered by her: Their heads ripped from their body, their skins peeled after they had been burnt; their internal organs harvested and crushed into powder, and finally she crushed their hearts with her bare hands. She sent all this to me in a video and mailed their heads to my doorstep. There was a note attached to it, “I don’t take cheating very likely.” She was demonic. I remember the goosebumps at that moment, but I never lost a challenge. The next three years were bloody and gruesome. I took it all with violence and bloodshed. I created ‘The Fangs.’ I let out a breather. I picked up my phone and said in a deadly manner, “Don

She approached us, wearing white clothes, hair opened, and one eye was bleeding. The familiar black cat was behind her. "AGHHH! G HMMMM!" She screamed in a demonic sound. Low pitched and cracking every time she yelled. I got chills down my spine when she was in front of me. So, she was Lisa Dorling. When she gasped, I could feel my breath halted. She glared at us and left from there. "Appreciate that you were in this jail. Otherwise, you were dead." I was starting to get suspicious. What was all this happening? Anxious, unsettled, I was losing hope.

"I know they're going to kill me." My blood ran cold. She continued speaking. "If anyone finds this..." The audio suddenly distorted. A loud screech echoed from the speakers. The screen glitched repeatedly. Brooks tried adjusting the volume. "Come on..." The picture returned for barely two seconds. "...tell Joel..." The video cut off. Just like that, with the black screen and nothing else..Brooks immediately replayed it. Same result, the file ended there. Neither of us moved, finally I broke the silence.

For what just occured, the cry is shifted to the cry of happiness. And slowly, the bloody eyes at the deepest of the darkness move from their previous location and is nearing the revealing castle to the darkness! They strangely blink, and accompanied it is bizzare sound of the heartbeat. It seems like a murmur of order, and it sync like, “Come, come... My dearest Bloody Cops...”

, but no words came out. The look of horror on his face remained unchanged. With an exasperated sigh, the girl twisted her neck around to look behind her. She screamed as a pair of rotting hands yanked her from the back of the truck. Vincent scrabbled backward across the metal truck bed, away from the gruesome monster that had grabbed his girlfriend. The thing’s face was a mass of sores and scabs, and its eyes bulged unnaturally out of an emaciated skull. One word formed in Vince’s brain as the creature’s teeth tore into the girl’s shoulder—zombie! Before he could process anything more, strong hands pulled him over the other side of the truck. An equally horrid face pressed close to his as s

I was getting angry, between the desperate need to drink more blood and knowing what I was becoming, I loose it and scream. It was ear splitting, a high pitched sound that begins to crack the glass of the window and I watch as the vampires clamp theirs hands over their ears, blood trickling between their fingers and leaking out the corners of their mouths as they cough, some drop to the floor as I continue to scream, piercing their eardrums. Draven drops to the floor