Screaming Enderman Novels & Stories

“You!You are a sadist pig asshole motherfucker that thinks he can touch any woman he wants and they won’t say a damn thing about it!” Madchen was furious, her face distorted with anger rising like a raging phoenix, kept in the dark too long, and she was reigning down hell fire upon her cowardly supervisor, unleashing all of her fury, past and present, on him…

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

She writhes against his hold, her hips bucking, a desperate, uncontrollable release. She’s shuddering, her body shaking uncontrollably, trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Her breath comes in ragged, desperate sobs, tearing from her throat. And then, she screams. It’s a raw, primal sound, muffled as he clamps his other hand over her mouth, silencing her, preventing the sound from echoing through the quiet house. Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure.

Think on the positive side we- Shut the fuck up, Dakota! Suddenly I hear an ear-piercing scream of a girl coming from Ethan’s direction. I see him clenching his shirt, trying to hide his chest with his shaky hands. He looks terrifyingly scared and frightened, like a rabbit inside a lion's den. Could it be that Ethan is not Ethan but a girl? Could it be? I need answers to what is he. Is he a she? Is he a he mix she? Who the hell is he!

The Berserker turned its glowing red eyes on Emma. The savage beast, nearly a ton of snarling fury, had finished decimating Terra’s creatures. Now, its hunger locked onto her. Emma’s breath hitched in her throat as the creature snarled, its thick hide steaming from exertion, its jaws soaked in blood. It had taken down every abomination around them—and now she stood as the only living target.

Snarls and screams rent the normally peaceful meadow as blood coated muzzles, teeth, and fists alike. A scream of anguish and terror pierced through all the other sounds echoing across the clearing. The snarling and shouts of rage ceased, and everyone froze. Liv came tearing out of the woods, her face a mask of horror. "Don't kill him," she wailed. "He's the only one who knows where my baby is!"

Shocked by the sudden action. “What-?”, she started but was interrupted when she saw the Ender woman’s eyes – golden-colored filled with murderous intent, red lips forming a creepy smile. Fear overtook the silver-haired woman’s nerves, shaking visibly, the rain pouring harder as if it knew that this night was something in need of effects.

Tears roll down her cheeks. “Why are you crying?” “I was thinking about bald eagles.” “Bald eagles?” I raise an eyebrow. “Bald eagles make you cry?” “They used to be endangered. But they’re not anymore. They’re so majestic and beautiful and I’m just so happy they’re not endangered anymore.” I don’t mean to laugh, but dammit, she’s so fucking adorable. “Remember how you said it wasn’t fair that I didn’t get to experience drunk-Quinn?”

The sight of his two hands made me breathe a sigh of relief. Now that I was relaxed, I teased him on purpose, "Two hands don't bring as much pleasure as multiple tentacles, it seems." Cyrus paused in his actions. Then, he raised his head to look at me, his gaze already dark with lust. "Is that so?" His gaze made my heart skip a beat. Before I could regain my senses, I heard a familiar chime drifting into my ear. [Congratulations, you've joined a new dungeon as a player.]