Screaming Bloody Murders Novels & Stories

She would be near family and away from the judging eyes of Glenville, Iowa. She turned her computer off and went to bed. She dreamt she had moved to a new city that had merged all five cities into one with the townsfolk of Glenville following her everywhere pointing and whispering ‘murderer.' She found herself in that room that she tried so hard not to remember. She was surrounded by blood and three dead faceless bodies with gunshots. She heard herself screaming even though she hadn't actually screamed at the time. The blood kept pouring out of the bodies where the gunshots were and began filling the room. The blood was pouring and pouring out, and she watched in horror as the puddle grew un

I turned off my phone and went to sleep. When I woke up the next day and turned my phone back on, it vibrated for ten minutes straight. All missed calls and texts from Mom. "Elena Marshall, where's the money? What's the meaning of that stack of scratch cards in the mailbox?" "I get it now. You're getting revenge on me, aren't you? Don't you dare come back. When you do come back, I'll beat you to death, you ungrateful daughter!" "Sweetie, how about this. Just give me the money you spent on the scratch cards instead…"

“Then why does your blood smell like his?” Her pulse stuttered. “Maybe because I’m the only one who didn’t plan to kill him.” For an instant, the great King of Lycans looked amused. Then the ground trembled. The runes screamed white, and something dark peeled itself out of the treeline— a shape of claws and smoke that shrieked like broken metal. Taren screamed. Kaelira shifted before she knew she had moved. And the forest, for the first time, looked back.

Heavy footsteps thundered and ran down the corridor. Chaos truly erupted. Impact and groaning sounds echoed one after another. Gunshots boomed and ricocheted off the concrete walls. Paul saw flashes of light from gun muzzles. The stench of gunpowder filled the air. He heard a guard scream in pain, followed by the sickening sound of bones breaking. The atmosphere grew tense. The physical fight intensified when something changed. Paul could feel the vibrations—fabric tearing and low, inhuman growls. He saw several guards transform into wolves.

Another brutal crime scene. The killer struck only on full moons, leaving behind the victims so deformed that even the most seasoned officers had to turn away, their faces pale and drawn. Five bodies in six months, all torn apart like they had been mauled by a wild animal. No fingerprints. No murder weapon. No witnesses. And now, the case was hers. Evelyn exhaled sharply, steeling herself before walking back inside. The precinct smelled of stale coffee and sweat, the air thick with frustration and fear. She could feel it in her bones—the weight of the city’s dread pressing down on her.

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

My fist clenched. "You are right. My life will never be the same after this. I will never be happy again. Killing you won't make me happy as well. You know what would it give me?" I gave him my sweetest venomous smile as I said the last word he would hear from me. "Satisfaction." In this world were cruelty is rampant and justice has many faces, only evil can defeat evil. "The heck is this thing?!" I almost jumped when I heard Lucia beside me. She has finally woken.

The first man tried to crawl away, his nose already bent sideways but she grabbed him by the hair and slammed his skull into the dumpster with a hollow clang. Once. Twice. Again. Until he went slack in her grip. I couldn’t breathe. Blood smeared her hands, splattered her face. She looked alive in a way that chilled me. Like this — this carnage — was her real element. She straightened slowly, chest rising and falling, eyes blazing under the streetlight. For a second, she just looked like something straight out of a horror movie. And that’s when the dam broke inside me. “You’re…a murderer.” My voice cracked, louder than I meant. I crawled back on the dirty pavement, my palms scraping against t

“Light or dark doesn’t matter. It’s just levels of nasty when we wash the laundry and take out the trash.” That was something odd to say in Ian’s estimation. He knew they’d be euphemisms, but for what he wasn’t sure. Looking at the now open book. There're scribbled notes covering the pages' empty spaces as they fought for room with the diagrams and symbols. The splotches must be ink or blood. The paper was yellowed, and the ink faded. Ian knew nothing about books. To him, it looked old and ready to fall apart. “But do we have what we need to kill them? Or can we kill them?”

I can feel it from miles away. He comes to a halt, and I catch up. However, as I go closer, I smell blood. There's a lot of blood. I nearly trip over a little dry branch on the ground since I'm no longer paying attention to my surroundings. As my hopes fade away, my teeth gnash beneath the weight of my jaw. There is no heartbeat except for the wolf and a few squirrels in the trees. Those girls are no longer alive. I go past Paul and stop in front of the crooked door that barely remains on its hinges. The strigoi is inside. His mind is cluttered – his thoughts all over the place – but all he can think about is more blood.