Lydia Banshee Scream

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.

Cultivation Nori - Horror **Warning: This isn’t your typical cultivation story. If you're looking for a formulaic journey of power, turn back. This is for those who want their cultivation with teeth, grief, and gods that scream.** A cultivation tale woven with horror, myth, and shattered beauty. Riven Thorn was once a god among stars, the final master of the Dancer’s Path. But love, or something hungrier, dragged him into a prison of illusions. The Red Moon devoured his power, his past… and almost claimed his soul. Now he walks a broken world. Strugling as a mortal, with just a name, a wound, and a rhythm burned into his bones. But even gods forget: A dancer never loses the steps. This is a story of ruined heavens, haunted paths, and a man clawing back everything stolen from him.

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?"

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.

Adex had celebrated his birthday at a bar. The night was joyful, surrounded by laughter and friendship as he waited for his girlfriend, Lydia, to drive home. A powerful feeling of fear washed over him while their love and connection were strong. As the night went on, a terrible event changed everything. A loud crash interrupted Adex’s phone call with Lydia, leaving him uncertain. He couldn’t tell if it was an accident or something far from his imagination. He kept a clear mind, not wanting to assume the worst. When Lydia arrived, Adex sensed something different about her behaviour. Although she seemed accurate, her strange attitude made him wonder. He had expected a warmer welcome than what she gave. What starts as a romantic evening quickly becomes a night of revelation and grief when Adex is awakened by a friend's knock, bringing troubling news. He was driven to the scene of a terrible accident. Adex recognized the car—it was Lydia’s. That’s when he had to face the shocking truth: the person who had been in his apartment and the one he was told didn’t survive the crash the night before were the same. The story explores love, loss, and the mysterious forces that shape our lives, blending romance, mystery, and the paranormal.

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'!))

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.

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".

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?

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!

I yawned, fighting off sleep as my professor droned on about the three-body problem—even though it was notoriously unsolvable. 'Geez, why do we need to learn this?' I thought, shaking my head. Suddenly, a holographic screen materialized before my eyes, its message slicing through the monotony: "Moonfall Has Begun. Your Class Has Been Assigned.” I glanced around, and saw confused faces all over—everyone staring, just as bewildered as I was. 'Does everyone see this?' I wondered, my heart starting to pound. My screen flickered, then declared in bold: Main Class: Astral Equationist. Before I could process any further, a piercing scream shattered the classroom’s uneasy silence. I barely had time to register the sound as chaos erupted around me.

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...

Love; is it nothing but a fleeting emotion? Is it something that makes a human better or worse? Does love equal obsession or does obsession equal love? Francisco loved Lydia to the point of no return, to the point where he stained his hands red with blood. His love transfigured into obsession when the thought and risk of losing came up again; he was willing to go to any height to keep her to himself. Lydia, being imprisoned in her own home, accepted Francisco's insanity as love and let him save her. However, after their bloody twists and turns, they left a remanent, a spark that will come to bite them in the future.

they're coming for me! to get it out on me ! should I bite my tongue to death or spank my head and burst it open ,so they can only see the bleeding flesh inside it? no!! that'd be of no use ,that won't stop them . all they want is a flush to inflict suffering on, dead or alive ,it doesn't matter to them ! it's of no use, even if my body is dead and slowly decaying it'd still be warm before it will get cold even if it has no longer a soul , it'd still hurt torture me all you want , throw me into burning pit ,break my head open and put flames in it let my brain burn to blisters and to ashes I'll scream for you even after my vocal chords are twisted do what you want , whatever it is ! , but I ask of you for just that one thing if you have what it takes to do that in your fleeting mercy!!. that four walled store room was eery as it can get ,that person heard a whimperering downstairs the basement , and unlike the one in the store room who resisted none ,the one from the basement cried for mercy and screamed for salvation it was stupid of them to do it so . they can't escape this ,no one can hear them from outside it was in their destiny to rot in there or atleast rot their rationality and minds before they will get out from that place !!

"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.

In Broken light, Lydia Briggs relocates to a new city, hoping to escape the haunting memories of being a victim of attempted rape, a crime for which society shamefully blamed her. Just when she thinks she’s found a place where people are different, she faces a horrifying repeat of her past when she's attacked again. This time, overpowered and on the brink of losing everything, she fights back with a fierce determination and kills her attacker, a man whose brother is now on a relentless quest for revenge, unaware of the true circumstances. As the brother hunts for his sibling's killer, Lydia is thrust into a desperate game of survival, trying to evade capture while grappling with the weight of her actions. During her frantic escape, she meets Dion Dante, a man who sees beyond her trauma and falls deeply in love with her. He dedicates his life to helping her stay hidden and safe, striving to change her perception of a society that has shown her so much darkness. Together, they navigate a world filled with danger and uncertainty, as Lydia learns to find hope and light amidst the shadows.

In a world where Lords summon glorious beasts to conquer territories, Renn Tork is the garbage collector who stinks of defeat. With a broken core that can’t even light a campfire, he lives among the swamp’s refuse, cleaning up the magical crap the big shots toss without a second glance. That is, until a foul geyser and a junk-shop book—"How to Keep a Zoo at Home"—flip his luck in the most absurd way: a reverse portal that resurrects the ugly, weak creatures other Lords discarded as cannon fodder. His first summon is a warty anthropomorphic frog that spits in his face, and Renn, between curses and bitter laughs, fears he’s doomed to a "shitty zoo" forever. But when those forgotten scraps—frogs, banshees, medusas—start morphing into mythical goddesses of abysmal power and lethal beauty, the swamp turns into a battlefield the Lords will covet. Armed with explosive mud and a useless manual, Renn goes from "the stinker" to a Lord everyone wants to crush… or copy.

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*

He was a beast. She was a witch. He had come to her seeking help. Lydia the witch had asked for something simple in return for her help… That he lifted the ban on witches. He agreed. She rendered her help. But the reward she got was not what they had bargained. Rather than lifting the ban on witches, she got a sword to her stomach, and was left to be devoured by the beasts of the forest. But as fate will have it, she is given a second chance at life, to roam the earth as a beast just like him. Lydia the witch… the WereWitch is out to get one thing and one thing only. Revenge on the bastard who had turned her into a wretched beast and betrayed her. All Lydia wants is the fall of Cassius Thaddeus, Emperor of Cazroth

In the quiet city of Matsue, Chiori Hoga is just your typical freshman college student—bold, reckless, and hooked on pills to keep herself going. Her life is anything but ordinary, yet nothing could have prepared her for the horrifying event she witnessed one night. A scream in the darkness. A chilling presence. And a mystery that feels disturbingly familiar. As she digs deeper, an unsettling truth begins to unfold—one that might be tied to a past she barely remembers.

[Trigger Warning: Mature Content] They say the Silvermoonlight Masquerade changes fates. It did for Lydia Ashford too, but she lost more than she gained. In a world where strength defines worth, she was wolfless, but she refused to be weak. With beauty that shimmered like stardust in the midnight sky and a mind as sharp as a dagger, Lydia was a name spoken with both awe and envy. But admiration was never enough. She forged her own path, honing her combat skills, proving her intelligence, and standing beside Theodore Sinclair, the Alpha’s son, through every challenge. If she could not shift, she would rise in every other way. The Masquerade should have been another step toward securing her future. Yet fate had other plans. One sip of wine. One moment of weakness. One stranger’s touch. And everything she built turned to ash. The man she trusted turned his back on her. The pack that once praised her cast her aside. And the child growing inside her became her only reason to survive. Banished. Forgotten. A name only whispered in shame. Yet, Lydia did not break, she endured. Five years later, she returns—not as the girl they discarded, but as a woman ready to reclaim her life. But fate is not done with her. Because the man who marked her as his? The one who unknowingly fathered her child? He’s standing right in front of her. And this time, he’s not letting her go. ...... The glass hovered near her lips.  "Drink," Nickolas commanded, his voice rough with hunger.  Lydia obeyed, parting her lips as the rich, red liquid flowed onto her tongue. But before she could swallow, his mouth was on hers—hot, demanding, merciless.  The wine spilled between them, sliding over her lips, down her chin. But he didn’t stop. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside, stealing the taste straight from her mouth, devouring every shaky breath she tried to take.  By the time he pulled away, she was trembling.  His fingers tilted the glass. A slow trickle of wine spilled onto her collarbone, rolling between her breasts, gliding down her stomach.  The moment the first drop touched her skin, his mouth followed.  His lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck before he dragged his tongue along the slick trail of wine, chasing every drop as it slipped between her breasts. His teeth scraped her skin, and before she could react, he latched onto her, sucking deep, his tongue flicking and teasing before his mouth sealed around her hardened peak.  Lydia arched beneath him, her hands fisting into the sheets as heat coiled low in her stomach.  "Nickolas," she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate.  He groaned against her skin, his grip tightening on her waist as he sucked harder, the wet heat of his mouth sending pleasure pulsing through her veins. He alternated between sharp, aching nips and long, slow strokes of his tongue, drawing soft moans from her lips. "Messy," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction as he pulled back just enough to watch her squirm beneath him. His fingers traced the path the wine had taken, slow, possessive.  Then his lips brushed lower, over her navel, his breath a sinful caress against her heated skin.  He smirked against her. "I thought your laughter was the most beautiful sound to my ears…" His fingers slid between her thighs, teasing, coaxing, pushing her to the edge without giving her what she needed.  Then, with a slow, deliberate bite against her inner thigh, he whispered, "Until I heard your moans."  A sharp gasp escaped her lips as he kissed her again, his hands gripping her hips, holding her right where he wanted.  "Nickolas," she whimpered.  He chuckled darkly, his lips trailing back up her body, lingering at her throat before he spoke against her ear. "I could get drunk off you."  Lydia swallowed, her body burning, her thoughts unraveling.  But deep down, she already knew—she was the one drowning. 

*"Trapped in a place where hope is nothing more than a cruel joke, I have learned one thing—pain is the only constant. Every scream, every drop of blood, every shadow that moves in the dark reminds me that escape is impossible. But then I met her. In this abyss of suffering, she became my only light. Weak, broken, yet still fighting—just like me. Together, we dream of freedom, even when the world crushes us beneath its weight. This is not a story of heroes. This is not a story of mercy. This is a story of survival, of blood-soaked nights, and of a hope so fragile that it might shatter at any moment. Will we make it out? Or will we become just another forgotten whisper in the dark?"*

Is it normal to be liked by specters? is it okay to have tea time with a banshee? How about an evil spirit as a tutor of hell?

In a world of advanced technology, and enhanced genetics, Lincoln city lies at the centre of it all. In this city, three ladies, Lydia, Catherine, and Cassie, the finest creations of Murfield Corp., genetically engineered assassins designed to execute high-stakes missions for the enigmatic Mr. Reynolds. However, when they stumble upon dark secrets about their past, their true purpose, and the sinister forces driving Murfield Corp., the trio must confront the harsh reality of their existence. As the truth spills out, Mr. Reynolds' grip on power begins to slip, and the assassins must decide where their loyalties lie.

Gods die screaming. The System lies. And Necron Steiner is winning. He has cheated death countless times. Not to save the world, but to burn it faster. When a glitched System drags him back to the past every time he dies, he weaponizes its corruption to steal divine powers, resurrect the dead as undead horrors, and dismantle the factions vying to rule the apocalypse. But the System isn’t a tool—it’s a prison. And Necron’s the only inmate who’s figured out the truth: The first apocalypse was a trial run.