Sukuna Screaming Novels & Stories

The drumming sound of their voices and pleas of rabid Hybrid Queen to stop the torture began to take over my senses. I had to cover my ears just to not be compelled by her, to not succumb to the morbid task she’s sealing, embedding and commanding the men she has power and influence over just to protect our love. ‘Suicide’ Was the command her aura carried. It continued on and the screams lingered along with it. The sounds of bones breaking, the screams of the gammas and the familiar scent of blood made me stop in my tracks. I tried to gather myself together to stop myself from crashing down and hurling out whatever I had for breakfast.

Olivia's instinct screamed at her to flee, to escape the clutches of the monster that stood before her. But before she could react, a primal scream erupted from her throat. It tore through the air, muffled by the gag that bound her mouth but still piercing in its intensity. The sound reverberated in the confined space, a desperate plea for help that echoed off the walls, reaching the depths of her captor's twisted soul.

Lissa whimpered as the smell of burning flesh filled the room. He placed the belly of the blade under the lip and began to slice off the branding. Lissa’s painfilled screams rang throughout the room. Her fingertips began to glow as she struggled against her restraints. Thea’s hands began to shake and her humming faltered as she watched the magic rising within Lissa.

Dave touched his hurting nose in disbelief, his eyes darkened with fury as he decided he’d retort rather than retreat. He threw a punch at Justin who not only dodged but also struck back. He staggered back, bruised beyond words, it was a terrible sight to see because a part of his eye was red already. Dave couldn’t just accept defeat and without a word, he let out a loud scream, it was enough to scare the beds away and in minutes, the clothes shredded to pieces as his arms and legs changed into limbs. He was on the ground in less than three minutes, a big black wolf with white spots was staring at Justin with his eyes blazing with anger. “Argh!” He screamed, baring his fangs as he dashed to

Kelp pov All I can do is scream NOOO! As I hear Mark telling the Alpha, he doesn't want to do this. She is a scared child. Another pleads for mercy, and we watch as he tears her open anywhere, he can get. Then he shreds her throat, and I can't move. I can't do a thing to help my little Luna. She lay there not moving and barely breathing. You can hear gurgles coming from her torn throat and blood pumping out everywhere.

“Don’t start crying now, traitor…” He sneered. “Witches like you don’t die easily, we all know that.” Another leaned in close, spitting on my side. “Bet you’ll scream just like those rogue bastards we will be gutting in their sleep. Can’t wait to hear it.” I kept my head low, blinking away the sweat and smoke stinging my eyes. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Someone from the crowd screamed, “Let her feel what our Alpha felt!”

I turned slowly, breath caught in my throat, and what I saw rooted me in place. Zyron stood there, right in the center of the blood-stained ring, hunched forward with his arms clutching his sides like something inside him was tearing him apart from within. His face contorted in agony, his jaw trembling as another guttural scream tore from his throat. Veins began to swell all over his arms and neck, bulging like angry snakes beneath his skin. His eyes rolled back, mouth wide in a silent scream now, and something… something beneath his skin started pulsing. Expanding and bubbling.

"Reflect it. Throw the noise back ." Understanding flickers in their detached eyes. A spark. They raise the jagged piece of Mirror. It catches the chaotic, pulsing light of the sanctuary, the warped colors bleeding in from outside. For a second, nothing. Then… a high-pitched screech , like feedback magnified a thousandfold, erupts from the shard. Not directed at me. Outwards. Into the psychic maelstrom.

She takes several steps backward, putting distance between us as if afraid of what she might do next. I watch in horror as she clutches her head between her hands, fingers digging into her scalp with such force I fear she'll draw blood. Her body contorts, shoulders hunching forward as an internal battle wages within her. Then she screams. It's not a human sound—not even close. The shriek that tears from her throat is sharp and piercing, vibrating through the air with such intensity that we all instinctively cover our ears. Me, Dad, Damon, Cassidy, and Luna—all of us flinching in unison as the sound threatens to shatter our eardrums.

Smoke hung in the air, and the room fell into a breathtaking silence. Luna floated, her body bruised and battered. Just as the flame had begun, the smoke moved into her nostrils and began to come out in a rhythm. The amber light surrounded her, moving around like fireflies; it flew above her and stung her in the forehead. Luna's scream echoed around the room; the light passed through her, and from every part it took, scarlet light emitted from it.