Drew Starkey Scream

a boy who lost hope but never gives up on life....

Amelia Monroe was nothing—just a weak, voiceless girl in an elite boarding school where cruelty ruled. Bullied, beaten, and left for dead, she lay in the cold, her body shattered, her soul screaming for justice. But fate had other plans.

Amid the scent of fresh ink, two figures stood at the crossroads of Serena Egbert’s life—one, a fleeting breeze, the other, an inescapable storm. Cedric Lawrence—the quiet presence who appeared beside her when she least expected. When the rain poured, he was there, silently offering an umbrella. When autumn’s chill crept in, he brought the warmth of a cup of tea. No promises, no grand declarations—just a memory that lingered. Alexander Cyrus—the tempest that disrupted her world. He was fire in the midst of winter, a force that drew her in despite the danger. He did not wait for the rain to fall—he was the storm itself, reckless, consuming, and impossible to ignore. Was love meant to be gentle, like a whisper carried by the wind? Or was it destined to be fierce, like a wildfire that refused to be tamed? In the brevity of youth, Serena must choose: hold onto the fleeting serenity, or embrace the chaos that threatened to consume her whole.

Surya was once a weak, bullied schoolboy—until the night he was stabbed and left for dead in the depths of the forest. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Aditya, a mysterious and battle-hardened warrior, Surya’s journey of survival turned into something far greater. Three weeks of brutal training in the wilderness forged him into something unrecognizable. When he returns to the world, he is no longer the helpless boy they once tormented—he is Stranger X. But the world has changed. A virus spreads like wildfire, transforming humans into monstrous creatures known as Wormen—beasts of immense strength, driven by an insatiable hunger for flesh. As chaos engulfs society, Surya and Aditya form the Strangers, an elite force of warriors determined to fight back. Each member, from Stranger A to Stranger Z, carries a past of pain and vengeance, united under one cause: survival. As the battles grow deadlier, Surya unravels dark truths—the Wormen are not mindless beasts, and someone is pulling the strings from the shadows. The origins of the virus are tied to a sinister past, one that threatens to consume humanity itself. With each confrontation, the line between man and monster blurs. Sacrifices will be made. Blood will be spilled. And in the end, only the strongest wills shall remain. The world will soon know the name of Stranger X. The war has begun.

A world of cultivation. Only the cultivation entails the gluttonous hoarding of resources. In a world where mere humans are meat and another's possessions are coveted by greedy eyes. How will a good-for-nothing survive that environment? The Baron's Bloody Goblet. That was the name given to the blood soaked lands of the valley where a terrible faction of practitioner's resided. The name and thus the infamy of the Bloody Baron and his band of flesh seekers had spread far and wide within the region. One could even hear the screams of his cattle throughout the nearby lands, the constant screams. The never-ending screams. The fort of the Baron was carved into a large crater with an immense castle spreading over the roof of the open structure as if it had been nestled on top by the Gods themselves. Inside the crater was filled with a blood so viscous that it might be more fitting to call it 'molten'. Dotted about the sheer cliffs of the crater were small hovels. Holes in the dirt that housed his preferred meats. There they grew, fattened up for their eventual slaughter. The Bloody Baron is a heartless, unforgiving and cruel lord that rules over his pedestal of corpses with a meaty fist. Will his empire last with the addition of a foreign element? When a good-for-nothing is given control of his body in a mere instant, will the meat topple over like a stack of dominoes? Or will he continue in his predecessor's place and make use of every body in his possession? --- Tags: Cultivation, Transmigration Fantasy, Male lead Schedule: New chapter daily Chapter length: 1000 - 1500 words The main lead: He is an incredibly troubled person who has many defective traits. Perhaps being sent to a different world will alter this...

In the deepest cavern below the world, the Blackbaast holds many Noble Houses. For the Starke family, Nobility is more a curse than a blessing, and Artemis Starke’s father only ever expressed his final desire to see his son live a happy life. But there are those who would wish differently. 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 Consort. === Cover by @i_evuuu.

Drew, a boy from a post-urban mundane city Old Fork 2 bourne by the depravity of light and colors, finds himself in another reality one day when he wakes up, with no memory of how he found himself inside a home built in another plane of a reality. This reality was comprised of a system that was completely unknown to him at first, until a stranger known to be Lilo knocks on his door to reveal to him that they may have been trapped in between the chronology of time; that being the past and the future. Find out what happens next. Thankyou for reading. Arigato Gozaimasu!

Can feelings be overcome when you get the chance to confront them? Is there any reason to continue? When the line between friends and lovers becomes blurry, what are you going to do? Relearn trust, desire, and love along with Phoenix and Ash as they journey towards the invisible barrier they drew for each other.

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'!))

Trapped in a factory that breathes like a living nightmare, Nathan unravels a truth darker than fear itself. The shadows whisper his name, twisting memories of his parents into haunting illusions. You were always meant to return. The walls pulse, the air hums with unseen terror. Something ancient is waiting, watching. But Nathan isn’t here to be consumed—he’s here to end it. As the whispers rise to a deafening crescendo, one question remains: Will he escape, or become part of the horror?

Fold Genesis Drew Fold, um jovem com o poder de duplicar suas habilidades através do Fold Break, embarca em uma jornada perigosa após a morte de seu pai. Com a ameaça de monstros e anomalias misteriosas se espalhando, Drew precisa aprender a controlar seu poder, que pode ser fatal se usado sem cautela, enquanto descobre segredos de sua família e enfrenta desafios inesperados.

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

Ethan Graves was betrayed, hunted, and killed in a world where Earth had merged with the game. The Convergence turned reality into a battlefield where only the strongest survived, and the weak were crushed. Yet, when he drew his last breath, he woke up one week before the game even launched. Armed with future knowledge, Ethan is determined to seize power before the world understands the truth. He knows every hidden quest, every broken exploit, and the identities of the players who will become gods after the Convergence. This time, he won’t play fair. The world thinks Worldfall Online is just a game. They are wrong. Before the Convergence happens, before the corporations and elites seize control, Ethan will rise first. He will grind, exploit, and destroy those who betrayed him. And when the world falls into chaos, he will ascend. The real game starts now.

Lilian laid on his deathbed, his life nearing its end. Surrounded by the cold quiet of a hospital room, he had spent his last months immersed in novels on his phone. One novel, in particular, had captured his heart, and he yearned to finish it before succumbing to his incurable disease. But as the end drew near, he realized he couldn't access the final volume. Helplessly, he regretted the opportunities he had missed in life. And death had finally come knocking. "If only there were another world... that could offer me a second chance," He whispered. "If only I could live a second life... in a time when I had listened." Discord Server Link: https://discord.gg/jr8Mmd8sBv

I had transmigrated into my favorite game, as an extra who died before the story even began. In a world where Sigils dictate power, I found myself in the body of a boy who had already died on the battlefield. Yet, as I drew breath in his place, his Sigil changed. A power never meant for him, never meant for me. Kidnapped by a shadow organization that didn't exist in the game, I spent three years in the dark, forced to learn under a so-called teacher. I move forward, not as the extra I was meant to be, but as one who chooses their own path. A path to supremacy. Yet the deeper I walk, the more I realize… this world holds secrets that game had never shown.

Chase is born of no house or family to speak of, except for a sickly father, and his mother who vanished the day he was born, however years after the birth of Chase, his father still often speaks of her as if she was a true goddess. One day the story will begin, when Chase finds himself waking to the smell of embers, the screams of agony, and the beginning of chaos. For on that day, a Boy was Born...

Haruto a seemingly normal average 16 years old high schooler was suddenly transported into another world. With no way of knowing how or why he was sent here Haruto decided to investigate this world to find clues as to why he was summoned. When suddenly he heard the scream of a lone girl who was being rob by two elderly men. While trying his best to save the girl he had met for the first time he almost died as a result which awakened the desire for power. _____ (A/N: If you notice any errors or broken contexts while reading, please let me know. I'll go back and make the necessary corrections.)

A scream echoes as Nero crashes into a world where nightmares bleed into reality. Stripped of his past, hunted by horrors, and tormented by a voice that feeds on his amnesia, Nero must confront the terrifying truth of who—or what—he truly is to survive. Meanwhile, Thalira Kyros is torn from her world and thrown into this strange land. With her family’s fate a mystery, she must navigate her doubts and the dangers around her, determined to uncover the truth and find her place in a world she never expected.

A tragic accident traps Jae’s soul inside Luna’s dreams, leaving her tormented by forgotten memories. Their connection, now existing only in the realm of dreams. Will she choose to face the past or let go of the love that lingers in her dreams? "Who are you?!" she screamed, her voice shaky with fear and frustration. "What have you done to me? How dare you change my clothes? How dare you to touch me?"

Dive into a world of stories ranging from the most ridiculous to the most heart-wrenching. Laugh your heart out or scream in fear of the amazing collection of wonderful tales in this "novel".

Hayley Grey's life  took a dramatic turn when she was attacked by rogue werewolves in the woods. Saved by a mysterious alpha, she began to unravel the secrets of her own identity - secrets her uncle had kept hidden for years. As she navigated her new life in New York, Hayley found herself inexplicably drawn to Ryan Peters, the CEO of a top company where she worked as an intern. But with Ryan engaged to a supermodel, Hayley tried to suppress her feelings. Little did she know, Ryan had a secret of his own: he recognized Hayley as his destined mate. As they drew closer, Hayley's world was turned upside down once again. Can she accept her true nature and the mate fate has chosen for her? And what secrets will Ryan uncover about his mysterious mate?

The screams echoes gradually leaving silence. The drizzle of tears gradually dried up. The spark on his eyes gradually became shadow. The ripples in his heart gradually stopped waving. And Yr ... Adyr Akasha gradually took his step.

"Yeah, yes, just keep going, I'm almost-" I heard a boy scream. Who the fuck moans loudly like that? I doubt the dick is that good for him to scream like that. I make my way towards the particular door, navigating through several people, some passed out drunk. Tipsy and nosy, I forcefully open the door to see Rex, the guy I imagined as a nerd, serious and asocial, giving handjob to Jess, my supposed friend. Of course it's not a big deal, we weren't dating. The problem was that I had a crush on him and we just kissed a few mins ago. Jess turned towards me, his face twisted in pleasure as he came. A cruel smirk then appeared on his face as we maintained eye contact. I left. That was the last time I saw Rex. A year later, we ended up in the same university, same Faculty, same street, same apartment, next door neighbour. -------------- "I bet you have wet dreams about me." he smirks, taking a sip of his drink making that 'ahh' sound annoying people do after taking a gulp of their drink. "Shut up Rex, you're not sexy or attractive enough for me to have wet dreams. So shut up and take your stupid drink inside with you." I said, going inside my room and slamming the door shut. I lied, Rex was attractive and sexy enough for me. AUTHOR'S NOTE: Their story started a little from A CHANCE AT LOVE but can be read as a stand alone. I'll explain their backstory here but there's no harm in reading A Chance at Love right? Enjoy!

Life as the daughter of one of the most feared vampires in the supernatural world should come with perks. Power, wealth, status—I had it all. But all I ever wanted was to be normal. To blend in. To live without my father’s name hanging over my head like a guillotine. So when the chance to attend Betias Academy appeared, I took it. A school filled with supernatural elites—werewolves, vampires, shifters—I figured I could finally disappear into the chaos. No bodyguards breathing down my neck, no constant reminders of the family legacy I never asked for. I wanted normal. I craved boring. Instead, I woke up on my first night with a dead body on my floor. Drew, the only other human in my dorm, murdered. His blood soaking my carpet. No memory of what happened. No alibi. No clue who set me up. And in a school where humans are seen as disposable, I know exactly what’s coming. Not an investigation. Not a trial. Just an execution. Enter Ava—mysterious, sharp-tongued, and way too good at cleaning up crime scenes. She’s the only one willing to help me, but she’s hiding secrets of her own. Together, we have two choices: solve this murder before the Academy buries it—or end up buried ourselves. The deeper we dig, the darker the truth becomes. Someone wanted Drew dead. Someone wanted me to take the fall. And worse—someone is playing a game far more dangerous than I ever realized. Now, I have to survive Bestias Academy long enough to find the real killer. But in a school full of monsters, how do you prove your innocence when everyone already sees you as prey? Prepare for a thrilling ride of sharp wit, deadly secrets, and dangerously hot wolf shifters in this supernatural academy mystery.

"scream,scream you fool- search for me, search for me in your room,search for me in your luife,search for me in your memory, search for me everywhere. You who has died, you who has the chance of living again,you who knows the future, can YOU find me?? Or will you be the fool that you are and let the chains of fate make you dance to their tune,pick my dear fool THEM or ME." "The Fool was wrong in all the right ways... But was he actually wrong?" "And then He Choose"

When I (Cas, formerly of Earth) transmigrated into this hellscape, I expected magic kung fu and cool sword fights. Instead, I got: Dimensional rifts vomiting out soul-eating squirrels and glaciers that scream. A cultivation system that ranked me “Worse Than Trash Tier.” (Thanks, anonymous ancestor!) The Otherworldly Tourist System, a deranged travel agency that rewards me for “sightseeing” in eldritch hellscapes. (“Take a selfie with that sleeping Lava Worm! 500 TP!”) My vacation package includes: ✔️ Tourist Points to buy god-tier gear (Divine Sunscreen: “Don’t melt, Host!”). ✔️ Gacha spins. (Got a new technique! And a lot of trauma!) ✔️ Sarcastic commentary as I outrun cosmic horrors. (“Host’s survival rate: 2%. Upsell suggestion: Premium Burial Plot™?”) Turns out, Earth’s monsters are just the previews. The System’s hiding cosmic wars, godly realms, and a tiny apocalypse brewing. But who needs answers when you’ve got a five-star review to leave for a screaming glacier? Cultivation. Tourism. Survival. Let’s hope I’m good at two of those.

25 weeks. 26 stories. Updates every Thursday until 26/12/2024. "Scream scream scream, oh your Lowly Screams. Pretty pretty pretty, the blood from your veins. Cunning cunning cunning, everything trying to hunt you. Bleeding crying dying, but don't panic have patience - your turn shall come too." A collection of 26 horror stories, each about a different fear/ fright. It'll get disgusting with gore and psychotism. Some messing with the brain. Don't start, if you can't continue. And once you start... don't panic, have patience. Your turn shall come too. No further context on what is to come - but if you can't bear the very first one (which I've envisioned to be the lightest of all) then do not tread any further! TRIGGER WARNING: Major gore. Cruel concepts and views. None of these are personal views and they aren't expected to motivate any sort of agendas. They are mere fictions. Please contact professionals in case you have the urge for any of this, or feel threatened in any similar ways. Mental health matters! Also, no specific warnings shall be provided at the start of stories!

Agent 202. Her entire life she has been sent out onto life or death missions. All was well, or as well as they can be for her, until her latest mission. She was to find the specified target and kill them on sight. She quickly went to the location HQ sent her and found the specified target walking down a crowded rode. Blending in with the road she walked up to the man, pulled out a knife and stabbed him through the back and into the heart and quickly took the knife out. The man only got to let out a scream before he died, however the scream caused people to look over and panic. Agent 202 tired to use the frenzy to escape, but fate had other plans. Someone knocked into her, pushing her into the road. The last things she saw was headlights. *I do no own the cover art, but I also don't know who made it*

In a dark alley, obscured from the prying eyes of people, the muffled grunts of a shadowy figure beaten to a pulp were barely visible. Four hooded figures were standing around the bloody figure on the ground as he looked up in hate. Kraign struggled to his feet, his face mangled beyond recognition. "All of you idiots shall pay. THE WORLD WILL BURN!! "Boss, I think he's gone mad, we should leave", one of the hooded figures said on a low voice. "Was thinking the same thing", the shortest hooded figure replied, retreating with his crew, leaving the boy in the ground, barely breathing. As death drew near, things all went wrong.