Screaming Enderman Novels & Stories

Alejandro growled. It took me a second to realise what he meant when several… ‘things’ burst from the darkness. There was no way to describe them. They weren’t wolves, nor were they Wendigoes, but they looked to be a mix between them both. What terrified me most was the intelligence within their eyes. "Look, daughter of Selene... Look at what I can accomplish!" Endora shrieked. I didn’t have time to reply, springing forward and engaging the first.

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?

He dropped to the floor, landing on his feet in a crouch. The technicians screamed. "Subject is loose!" someone yelled. "Terminate! Terminate!" The Old Man didn't move. He smiled. "No," the Old Man said. "Let him hunt." Kaelen stood up. He towered over them. The serum pumped through his veins, turning him into a nightmare. "I am the End," Kaelen whispered. He lunged. And the screaming began.

As the fire danced its way through the scroll, the only words visible at the end of the paper read, 'new era' With the last piece of paper reduced to nothing, the man's lips quirked upwards prettily as he rubbed his fingers together to get rid of the ash in between them. He gave the illusion of a human at first glance but the two pointed ears and fangs that slightly peeked out when he smiled showed that he was no human but a beast. Raising his head from his clenched fists, his lush white hair rippled to drop to the front of his chest as his golden eyes focused on the man in black clothing kneeling before him.

Most challengers wouldn’t risk it. I don’t have that problem. Not with High Heal in my arsenal. The device is no bigger than my palm, a metal box with two buttons—one to release the scent of a female orc, enough to drive every male into a frenzy; the other, a piercing frequency only they can hear. ‘It doesn’t matter which one you press,’ Ezra says. ‘You’re not in a position to be picky.’ I press one. Click. The night holds its breath for three minutes. Then the ground begins to tremble—lightly at first, then harder, until pebbles shift across the dirt at my feet. The sound swells: pounding feet, guttural snarls, the crush of branches breaking in the dark.

said Lucy then she teleported back to Bowser’s Castle. I walked towards Endo B “Angel” “Endo B, do you hate light sources?” I asked Endo B “unfortunately yes and can be hard to deal with” Endo B explained “I want to do something okay, come on let’s head to the living room.” So the missing Children, Charlotte, Creation, The Fallen & I headed to the living room for my little experiment. Once we were in the living room, I turned on the living room lights and Endo B “Angel” immediately covered his eyes “so bright!!” Endo B shouted “Endo B I know you hate lights but can you see me?” I questioned him. Endo B quenched his eyes and move his hands as he looks at me but the lights hurt his vision “you

You are everything I ever dreamed of having; you were made for me,— he said, smiling at me. —Maximo,— I said, almost like a sigh in the air, but it sounded more like a moan, and that alone was enough for him not to hold back anymore. He looked down, and when he looked up again, I could see that his eyes were of a dark color; Sax was in control, his wolf couldn't hold back anymore. Maximo dropped the towel that covered half of his body, and I could see in front of me his impressive cock; it was so big and wide, I couldn't avoid wetting my lips when I saw it.

Eliana’s scream tore through the collapsing hallway as the creature tightened its grip around her ankle. Its fingers were ice-cold, unnaturally long, and strong enough to drag her backward across the floor no matter how hard she fought. The thing looked exactly like her, but wrong in every possible way. Its limbs bent strangely, its skin was pale and cracked like broken porcelain, and its smile stretched far too wide across its face. Dark liquid leaked from its empty eyes as it crawled toward her with twisted excitement.

Smoke curled in the air, tinged with the awful scent of scorched flesh. I dropped the staff like it bit me. “Ryder!” He shook out his arm, waving off the smoke. “I’m fine.” But I wasn’t. My chest was caving in, my stomach turning over. I reached for him—then stopped. His face flickered. Just for a second. Fangs. Black eyes. Enemy. Lyra surged, wild and hungry in my head. I stumbled back, hands shaking. “No—” “Baby.” Ryder’s voice snapped through the haze. “It’s me. Look at me.”