Scream Wassup

After eons of silence, the Creator himself descends... not as a king, but as a beggar. In the filth-choked gutters of Orivalt, where gods feast on mortals and kings sell souls for gold, a new force rises — a weakling named Ravi, broken, starving, unblessed. But hidden behind those shattered eyes is something ancient. Something... divine. He is the Original. The Architect. The forgotten God who forged reality itself. Stripped of his omnipotence, Ravi must crawl through the grime of his own failed creation. He will feel every cut, every betrayal, and every scream as he delivers brutal, soul-crushing justice — not with sermons... but with slaughter. With each step, he reshapes the world, gaining loyal followers, feared enemies, and a dangerous harem of deadly women drawn to his merciless might and unknowable allure. The age of mercy has ended. Now begins... The Slum God's Decree.

After getting revenge for his murdered sister, he was gifted with a proper deep fry courtesy of the electric chair. Once he was cooked to a well-done crisp, he expected to wake up to fire, brimstone, screaming souls, torture demons with forked tongues, and the same three Nickelback songs on loop. Instead, he woke up somewhere far less expected. Want to know where? Read the novel. Or, you know... just look at the title. I really didn’t plan this part through, did I?

They called it justice. But Lily only remembers the screams. Now a famous author haunted by nightmares, Lily's perfect life begins to unravel when forgotten memories return - a forest, a name carved into a tree, and the prisoner who still laughs in her dreams. Some stories refuse to stay buried. And some monsters never left Content Warning: This story contains themes of psychological trauma, memory loss, and emotional recovery. While no graphic violence or abuse is shown in detail, sensitive content may be triggering to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

[Thanks for reading. Updates will resume after August.] Julien de Rothvale was a disgrace. The youngest son of a ducal house: mocked, beaten, pissed himself in his first spar. A coward. A scandal. A noble failure used and discarded. But that boy is gone. In his place stands something far more dangerous. A soul born of ritual, forged in blood and madness. A dark mage who clawed his way into another world and took Julien’s broken shell for his own. He didn’t come for revenge. Not for power. He came for silence. For peace. But peace is a lie. And the world made the first mistake. Now? He’ll make them kneel. He’ll choke the maid who dared to insult him. Enslave the princess who used him. Break nobles, bend knights, and remake his legacy through terror, desire, and ruthless domination. And when he’s done, they won’t whisper his name— They’ll scream it. The Tyrant of Carnage has risen.

In the deepest cavern below the world, the Blackbaast holds many Noble Houses. For Artemis of the Lunastre Family, Nobility is more of a curse than a blessing. If he weren't from such a prominent House, he could easily obscure his defect. He would have no need to keep the Spirit he contracted with a secret, and he certainly wouldn't have to fight for his own survival, spirited to a strange city of monsters by the whims of Fate. This is the story of many figures who are puzzle pieces of an inevitability, something long-fated, mysteries that scream their threats to emerge from their abyssal cavern. Shadows tremble in the depths, encompassed worlds obscuring the many dangerous secrets of history. Might they be unraveled, all ways of life would be threatened. But to climb higher requires risks, to seek the light requires a Gambit of Lifetimes. Only when one determines themselves capable of risking it all, can all prosper. This is the tale of a Crownless Prince, of the Last of Lords. [+++] Cover by @lqbtae.

In a world where buildings bleed, time screams through a timer, and reality glitches like static, Azzy searches for answers—and himself. Haunted by Proteus, creatures that mimic life, and shadowed by Cery, a woman both tender and terrifying, he spirals deeper into a dream he may never wake from. Between Gray is a surreal descent into guilt, identity, and the fragile line between love and madness.

She, a modern hidden ghost leader of an organization which gathered insane prodigies proficient in the various differing skill-sets. Highly skilled in medicine and poison, executes covert assassinations, viewed as insane and demonic in the eyes of people of the world. Killed in an accident, and reborn into the body of a disfigured young girl. What? Face disfigured, identity stolen? A return to the family dim and hopeless? Her identity can be given up, her family can be forgone, but as for the one who harmed her predecessor who inhabited this same body, if she didn’t at least make them scream in unimaginable agony and throw them into a state of wretchedness, how could she live up to her demonic reputation? Endless turmoil ensues and it’s a battle to dominate over all! See how she shook the world dressed in a suit of red, her sword up against the dominant powers that rocked the Heavens! Her name spread across the seas, shocking the earth!

Kaede just wanted a quiet life. No stress, no friends, no magic. Sadly, fate screamed "NO" at him. Now he's being chased by clingy classmates, strangled with magic collars, forced into awkward training, and dragged into a conspiracy that might blow up a few nations. Oh, and his strongest magic? It basically makes him the grumpiest teenager alive. Welcome to War Lord Kaede. Sarcasm. Explosions. And way too much chaos.

Warning: This novel contains gore. You've been warned. When does someone become a monster? When they kill another human? Or perhaps when they turn into a beast obsessed with blood? Simple—you don’t become one. You’re born as one. The thrill in every scream, the pleasure in every sob, the satisfaction in every murder—that is what it means to be a monster. But... what would happen if a monster were unleashed in a peaceful world? Arthur. The greatest—and worst—assassin of all time. No one knows his face. Only legends. Only records of brutally slaughtered victims. A case with no answers. Only one thing is certain: once you become his target, you’d better savor your last days alive.

When Rian stepped into the house, the silence was louder than any scream. Darian stood still, a blade in hand, and at their feet—what once was family, now severed limbs. No words left his lips. Only tears welled up, trembling in his gaze. And Darian, with a voice like a fading prayer, said: “All of this… was for you.”

One moment, Jia Lan was a modern city girl with perfect skin, soft hands, and zero survival skills. The next? She’s in the 1970s—inside a novel—as the youngest daughter of a powerful and wealthy urban family. She’s not the heroine. In fact, the hardworking female lead and righteous male lead are out there suffering through life, trying to "earn" a future in the city. Jia Lan? She just woke up in silk pajamas, got pampered by her entire family, and activated a daily check-in system that hands her perks for simply… showing up. Visit the kitchen? Gain cooking skills. Lounge in the courtyard? Glowing skin. Exist gracefully? Congratulations, you’ve leveled up again. While others chase opportunities and eat bitterness, Jia Lan is over here sipping tea, casually unlocking cheat codes, and getting praised for walking downstairs. Spoiled? Yes. Vulgar? Never. Plot-hungry? Absolutely not. She’s not here to steal anyone’s story. She’s just here to live her best life—gracefully, beautifully, and with a faint scent of jasmine. Too bad everyone else can’t stop staring.

When a mysterious pulse tears through the sky, the world changes forever. Only a few survive its power—those strong enough to be called Archeons. Klaus Aetherion was just a farm boy—quiet, overlooked, forgotten. But when the sky burned and the earth screamed, something inside him awakened. Something ancient. Now, with powers he barely understands and a world spiraling into chaos, Klaus must walk a path carved by fire, loss, and vengeance. The age of kings is ending. The storm is coming.

In a kingdom ruled by tradition and shadowed by secrets, Yeonhwa, a humble village girl, finds her world shattered when she's chosen to serve the king. Whispers of jealousy swirl in the palace walls, but none louder than the scream that echoes the night the king is found dead beside her. Branded a killer, Yeonhwa must prove her innocence in a world where beauty is currency and power is deadly.

I loved him more than my own life. He sent me to the flames for it. Everyone cheered when I burned. Even my sister smiled as I screamed. But fate gave me one more chance. This time, I won’t love the wrong man. This time, I won’t die for an empire that never loved me. This time... I’ll become the Empress they should have feared.

No Safe Horizon First came the heat. Then the silence. Then the screams. Ron doesn’t remember the moment the world ended—only the smell of burning skin and the sound of someone he couldn't save. Now, the skies are cracked, the air bites like frost, and the dead refuse to stay dead. He should've died too. But something entered him. Something green… something alive. Beside him walks Prya—fierce, wounded, and just as lost. Together, they move through a nightmare of bloodied streets and frozen bones, clinging to warmth where they can find it—in a shared blanket, a quiet touch, a kiss stolen between screams. But out there in the white silence, something is watching. Something colder than death. There’s nowhere safe anymore. Not even inside your own skin.

—I, Ethan Garland, of the Blue Crescent pack, reject you, Isla Swan, as my destined mate. —I, Isla Swan, accept your rejection. At that moment, I hear a scream from Ethan, as darkness envelops me. In my mind, only one question: What the hell just happened? His muffled words echo in my head as if I were dreaming: —It’s not supposed to be like this, she’s just a human, her rejection shouldn’t affect me, I’m an ALPHA

Lance Mercer's life is painfully normal. He works IT support in a basement office where printers scream, coworkers cry over Bluetooth, and lunch is a rotating tragedy of lukewarm noodles and existential dread. He's got a dog named Dario, a cursed coffee addiction, and a daily goal of making it to 5:01 PM without committing a felony. Then he buys milk. Now he's being hunted by unmarked helicopters, cultists in cow masks, and possibly the U.S. government. Reality keeps glitching when he sneezes, his dog might be telepathic, and there's a chance he's bonded with an ancient cosmic dairy god. He just wanted cereal. (Inspired by DanDaDan and Parasyte: The Maxim)

Elia wakes up every night in a silent town where time seems frozen. No people, no sounds just the same house across the street and a scream that breaks the quiet at exactly 3:33 a.m That scream belongs to her past a memory she’s tried to bury but can’t escape. Now, for the first time in years, the door to that house is open To move forward, Elia must face the darkness she’s spent a lifetime running from. But some doors, once opened, don’t close easily

Whispers linger in the shadows, maddened screams pierce the night. A world cloaked in darkness and mystery. Stave off the consuming madness, for you are meant for the Abyss.

Her back slammed against the wall, the breath caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, Zayne's body held hers in place, one hand on her jaw, the other around her waist like a vice. His breath was hot against her lips, but his eyes—dark, hungry, and merciless—spoke of sin. "You keep running, Inspector," he growled, in a deep low sinful voice. "But I will always find you. And when I do..." His tongue brushed her earlobe, slow and deliberate, vibrating against her skin. "I don't just want to hear you plead for mercy. I want to ruin you." Priya's breath caught. He smirked against her skin, sensing the way she trembled below him. "I'll have you gasping for my name, your legs shaking, your nails digging into my back. Not once. Not twice. Until you forget you ever hated me." She tried to shove him off her, but her hands betrayed her, curling into his shirt instead. "I'll make you feel it," he whispered, even softer. "Every inch of me... inside you... claiming you. Till you forget the badge. Forget the pride. Forget the pain." "Zayne--" she breathed. “You’ll scream,” he whispered, biting her lower lip. “Not from fear. Not from pain. But because I’ll make you scream like I own you.” “And you’ll love every second of it.”

I died in peace and confusion. Woke up being devoured by my own Father. Turns out, divinity tastes like stomach acid and forgotten memories. I was Human... Now I'm...Hades, God of Wealth, Underworld and The Dead* A sentient divine clay puppet wearing a dead man’s dreams. *Complaints about Death itself? Please direct all grievances to: THANATOS, the God of Death (I just handle the riches and the screaming souls) Experience a reincarnation myth like no other, told through the eyes of the reborn god—and the souls who defy oblivion.

Everyone thinks they know her. But no one knows what she hides. Behind her quiet eyes burns a silence too loud to speak. Behind her gentle smile, memories she never asked to keep. Phoenix was never meant to break. But some wounds don’t bleed. Some cries are never heard. A forgotten birthday. A closed door. A scream swallowed in the dark. The world moves on. But she carries every moment. In a home where love fades behind raised voices, In a world that praises strength but never sees the fall, She’s just trying to breathe without being noticed. But even the quietest fire still burns. This is not a story of rescue. This is a story of survival....

He never cries. Not when he was born. Not on his birthday. Not even when they tortured him. Everyone says Fiel Ashenhive should have died long ago. But he didn’t. He just watches. Quiet. Unmoved. Behind his silence lies a cursed mark. A sealed power that even the spirits fear. But how long can you stay quiet, when the world won't stop screaming?

Synopsis: My life was ruined in a single second. One second where I, Lana Renata, just wanted to step outside for a moment. One second where I slipped… on cat poop. And in the next second, I woke up in a world I didn’t recognize. I thought it was a dream—until I saw corpses everywhere. Elves, werewolves, and other creatures lay covered in blood. Before I could scream or run, two long-haired white elves grabbed my hands and dragged me to the wedding altar, their swords still dripping with blood. WAIT! NO!... I DON’T WANT THIS!... Hello, everyone! This book is participating in WSA 2025! Your support means a lot, so I truly appreciate it. Thank you! ((Support me and follow me on X and Instagram at 'Delilad Trenna'!))

The world believes the Alden bloodline died with the flames. But Riven Alden—prince turned exile—remembers everything. The screams. The betrayal. The night his kingdom was erased by those meant to protect it. Now, he's no prince. No crown. Just a name whispered in the ashes. Armed with nothing but a cursed sword and the rage of a thousand ghosts, Riven sets out to tear down the three monarchs who burned his past. This is not a hero’s tale. This is not redemption. This is the story of a man who lost everything— and what’s left when there's nothing but fire inside. Vengeance isn’t justice. It’s survival.

He was never meant to exist. Now he’s the system’s final error. Buried beneath the world in a nameless prison, Subject 313 had no past, no future—only pain. Forgotten by gods and man alike, his only companions were madness and the hum of something ancient beneath the stone. Until the day the System whispered back. Marked by the Abyss Code, an unstable and forbidden fragment of the world’s grand System, he awakens with a purpose twisted in shadows: not to save, not to lead—but to consume, corrupt, and conquer. In a world built on leveling up, divine classes, and fate-bound heroes, one nameless test subject begins his climb from the lowest depths—not toward light, but into a deeper darkness. With no name, no morals, and no mercy, he will remake the world from beneath it. He doesn’t want revenge. He wants silence to scream.

Ruben's life was already broken before he broke his father's skull. At thirteen, he'd survived his mother's suicide, endured years of abuse, and learned to swallow every scream. But when his pent-up rage finally explodes one terrible night, Ruben finds himself not in prison or a grave, but in a world where the rules don't make sense. Here, fear creates monsters. Pain unlocks strange powers. And the only person offering help is Dario Kosta, a legendary warrior with secrets of his own. Teamed with Corbin. another damaged kid. Ruben must navigate this dangerous new reality while wrestling with his darkest impulses. Because in this world, your worst moments might be the key to survival... or your undoing.

At Shelly House, girls are not raised — they are used. Branded as breeds, they are forced to feed infants, give birth for the rich, and survive a system that treats their bodies as currency. Nine year old Elisa thought the worst she’d ever face was inside the house. Until one night in the woods... when she saw something watching. It wasn’t human. And it wasn’t finished with her. Now, the crying of babies isn't the only sound in her head. There are screams — haunting, inhuman echoes. Something inside her is awakening, and it’s tied to death itself.

Princess Seraphina of Valthera—brilliant, beloved heir to the throne—is framed for regicide by her half-brother Prince Edric and his scheming fiancée, Lady Isolde. Publicly humiliated and executed by guillotine, she dies screaming curses at the traitors. But the gods are not done with her. She awakens in her 15-year-old body, 5 years before her execution, with fragmented memories of her past life. This time, she vows: no mercy, no hesitation. Armed with future knowledge, forbidden blood magic, and a ruthless intellect, Seraphina will burn the entire royal court to ashes before they can betray her again.

Ryo died in the most pathetic way possible: run over by a Prius right after bombing a job interview. And as if that wasn’t humiliating enough, he reincarnates in a fantasy world… with a broken compass hanging from his neck. Yes, you read that right: no legendary swords, no hidden magic, no auto-generated waifus. Just a talking compass with a mind of its own that changes direction whenever it feels like it. Today it points to a sacred temple? Tomorrow, a ruined tavern infested with alcoholic slimes? The day after? Who knows. Not even the compass seems sure. But as he runs from flaming wolves, argues with recycled bandits, and unlocks skills with names like "Courage I: now you scream with more dignity," Ryo starts to suspect this ridiculous compass might hold the key to returning home… Or to something much worse: becoming a real hero. A light novel packed with magic, absurd humor, questionable decisions, and a protagonist who never asked to be here (but is definitely going to complain about everything anyway).