Screaming Death Novels & Stories

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

She sniffs the air and her eyes widen, but she says nothing because that is the very least of our worries. “What do you mean by that?” I ask her. “I don't just scream when death is coming like the g****e pages make it sound. I actually see the death as it sort of flashes before my eyes like a movie. Sometimes I can see who the person is and I can warn them, other times I can see every last detail of the vision except for the faces of those I am going to lose. But when I am having a vision, I scream for each life that will be lost. So the question is, how many times did I scream?” She asks me, looking terrified.

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.

Total darkness swallowed the world. Then, the old tape recorder in the living room suddenly roared to life. It was so loud that it felt like the ceiling would collapse. “Lindy… It hurts…” It was Zach’s voice. His voice was shrill, broken, and trembling with sobs. “Lindy… How could you be so cruel… Why did you kill me… Why did you seal me in the wall…” The voice echoed around me as though he were clinging to my back, whispering directly into my ear.

Her scream pierced the air, a raw, hysterical sound that sent shivers down my spine. "How does it feel? Watching the one you love die right in front of you!?" she shrieked, her words twisting the knife of anguish already lodged in my heart. I was on the brink of unraveling, my emotions shredded by the brutal reality unfolding before me. Just as I thought I couldn't endure another moment of this torture, a commotion erupted at the edge of the clearing. My brother Ramses burst through the barrier, followed closely by Atreyu and the rest of my men, their arrival a welcome distraction from the unmitigated hell that had been unleashed upon me.

My body convulses as wave after wave of power floods my body, crisping the eggs within. Our children are dying. This isn’t my body. My mate. “PRIMUS!” She screams with her last breath.

Turning, I look at him as he tries to hide from me. "You're fucking dead. Slowly!" Screaming, I lurch my body at him, getting lost in the darkness.

I come screaming. Not moaning. Not gasping. Screaming, a raw, throat-shredding wail that fills the cabin as my body bows off the mattress, wrists straining against the ropes, thighs clamping around his hand. I’m gushing— liquid heat pouring over his fingers, running down his wrist, soaking the sheets under me, and the orgasm goes on and on, wave after wave, my pussy convulsing around his fingers in spasms I can’t control. He works me through every second of it. Gentle now. Slowing down, easing the pressure, his mouth releasing my nipple and pressing soft kisses across my collarbone while I shake and sob under him.

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

The cold reality of death shattered my pride. "Help me!" I screamed, closing my eyes tight as tears finally spilled over my cheeks. "Please, help me!" The sound of my own scream echoed through the woods, followed by a sharp, whistling sound in the air. *Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.* The heavy thuds of bodies hitting the dirt followed instantly.