Sukuna Screaming Novels & Stories

I knew she hated me but doing this to AURORA was the height of it. Then it came. A piercing scream ripped through the ceiling, cutting him off my thoughts. It echoed down the stairs, sharp and panicked. Fiona gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Don't tell me that idiot has gone to her room again!!!!” “What idiot?” Asher asked. She slapped her mouth, “Nothing Sir, it is our Hyena screaming. You know it laughs like a human. It can also scream like a human.” She said, her forehead and palms sweating. Does she really think I am a fool?

“Oh, fuck! I fucking miss you, Daddy!” Susan screamed. She grabbed her bobbing while arching her back more for the position he liked. The man behind her grunted as he slammed into her in ecstasy. He leaned forward, grabbing her tits while fucking her harder. A scream ripped through Susan's throat, even as a salacious smile curved her lips. “Sssh! Not so fucking loud!” Ludric groaned while quickening the pace. He removed his hands from her breasts, grabbed her throat and squeezed just how she liked it.

This time, the cheap lock gave way with a loud, cracking noise. The sight that greeted her made her blood run cold. Siron was half-bent over the sink, his hands seemingly stuck inside the mirror, the surface of which was now rippling like black water. His whole body was trembling violently, pulled by an invisible force from behind the glass. His face was corpse-pale, his mouth agape in a silent scream. On the mirror's surface, the blood symbol Siron had drawn glowed with a malevolent red light, and from within it, a pair of burning crimson eyes stared out in triumph.

I kept repeating in broken sobs despite the pain ringing in my head. But his body jerked again, and his hands found me, clamping down on my arms with a strength that wasn’t human anymore. He dragged me closer, as if even dying he couldn’t stand the thought of me slipping away. “Aqua–” his breath came ragged, broken between his teeth, and then— He screamed. It wasn’t a normal scream. It was deep, tearing, like it was clawing up from the pit of him and breaking every bone in its way out. His back arched, his claws splitting the sheets, the sound ripping through me until my knees gave out.

The one that never reached his eyes. But one figure, off to the side— Their face violently scribbled out in thick black ink. The lines were deep, desperate. She didn’t need to see the face. She knew exactly who it was. Her chest tightened until it hurt to breathe. No. She slammed the photo back into the box and clapped the lid shut. Downstairs, the front door creaked open. Her breath hitched. She froze. Listened. Nothing. The silence was too perfect.

Its voice was guttural, jagged, like bones grinding. Sam rolled, staff cracking its jaw, wood meeting bone with a sickening crunch, Luna’s silvery form snarling in her mind, tearing at the rogue’s throat in thought. Her braid whipped, green eyes blazing, tattoo burning. “Back off!” she roared, staff spinning, striking again, ribs snapping under the blow.

She knocks into him, and they both go crashing down. My eyes start to flutter shut again, and between blinking them open and closed, I see Lucas twist Suzanna’s neck around. Her body goes limp and he tosses her aside. My head droops forward, and my vision fades. The distinct sound of bones breaking echoes through the pool, and the male vampire screams and cries in pain. I try to lift my head up again, forcing my eyes open. Lucas is covered in blood—not his own, of course—and a pile of ashy goo surrounds his feet. Suzanna’s hands are on her head, trying to spin her neck back into place so it can heal.

I tried again, my throat burned, and panic rose like a tidal wave. “Luna?” she whispered, her voice laced with fear. A sharp, broken sob wracked through me, followed by another. Then, I screamed. The sound that tore from my throat wasn’t a voice –it was a primal, siren-like scream that ripped through the entire pack house. The walls trembled, the windows shattered, vases exploded into shards. A violent gust of unseen energy ripped through everything fragile –just like me. Mira flinched back. Her hands flying up to shield her face as shards of shattered glass rained down around us.

Selene I hold my hands firmly against my ears as I rock on my haunches in the all-consuming darkness. Their screams and begs for mercy ricochet like miss fired bullets down the long empty hallways, entering every room in turn and filling my head to bursting point. No one comes to help them like no one came to save my mother and sister earlier tonight. I sink my head down to my bent knees and bite into my own flesh to stop me screaming out in terror. The warmth of my blood and the copper taste in my mouth give me something to focus on. The pain doesn’t register. One voice is cut off mid scream and the column I’m tethered to vibrates against the hard metal of my hands cuffs. Shock waves seep t

I scream at her. She looks me in the eye and screams back at me. “I am not going to kill you. I am not going to kill you yet. I want you to suffer first. I want Damnation to see you suffer.” She grabs me and starts dragging me but I cannot see anything except a bright light. The voices are getting louder. I hear them saying fight her. You are stronger than her. “I don’t know how to fight her!” I scream. Sunnie stops. The light is getting brighter. The bracelet must be messing with my eyesight and my hearing. I am hearing Mayhem and the tiny voices. The night is becoming so bright.