Cotton Scream

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...

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!

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.)

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".

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!... ((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?

In the festering underbelly of Ironhaven, where the air itself is poison and shadows whisper of dead gods, a gutter rat named Kael commits a sin that changes everything: he steals a Shard. Not just a crystal—a sliver of a murdered deity, pulsing with venomous power that adapts. It grants him gifts but demands a price. Every five months, the Shard screams his location to the wastes, and the hunt begins. Now, marked by the Inquisition’s fire and hunted by phantoms of his past, Kael walks a razor’s edge. And as Kael’s alchemy of venom carves a path through enemies and allies alike, the line between savior and scourge blurs.

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.

"Slaying the Demon King Should’ve Been the End, Why Did It Restart?!" Arthur No-Retirement, the strongest hero in history, finally defeated the Demon King. But before he could celebrate, a lazy god named Lazyus appeared and revealed that the world keeps falling into destruction cycles—forcing Arthur to be summoned back every time. After experiencing this for centuries, Arthur decides to break the cycle. He tries to marry the Demon King, but fails since this one is male. Switching plans, he kidnaps the Imperial Princess, establishes world law, and becomes the Dictator Judge. The world is at peace, but a new problem arises: his wife is a yandere who wants to fill the world with Arthur’s descendants. Decades later, he has 13 overpowered children, terrifying the entire world. Just as Arthur hopes to retire, his children ask, "Papa, when are we conquering other worlds?" Arthur can only scream at the heavens, begging the gods for mercy.

Synopsis “You killed my mother, you devil!” Jane screamed at her father. “And did you know why? Your mother was bipolar. She would have killed you if not for me!” The realisation made her mind reel. She couldn't believe her ears. Yet everything was beginning to make sense. A tech conference in Singapore, an encounter with three weird men; a cheating fiance, a strikingly handsome, mysterious cabdriver and an old lover will change the trajectory of Jane Stalling’s life forever. As she discovers more life threats within her own family, Jane faces a dilemma on who to trust and who to war against.

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.

Waking up in the middle of that, she nearly screamed—until she saw him. Her cold, obsessive husband. The man she had spent an entire lifetime running from. In her past life, she trusted the wrong people. She abandoned the man who truly loved her and ended up betrayed, ruined, and dead. This time? Ha! Divorce? Dream on. Since fate gave her another chance, she’d play the game her way. Stay mysterious, act sweet, and turn every schemer against each other. And as for the dangerously obsessed husband? Let’s see who traps who first!

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.

"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!

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. ——— Note : English isn't my first language, sorry for any mistake

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.

21 century Wall Street financial analyst Victoria Clarke travels to the American South in 1861 in a car accident and becomes the infamous widow Eleanor Van der Lyn-a serpentine woman recorded in history as having been “hanged by the neck on the eve of the inauguration of Abraham Lincoln for treason”. Lincoln on the eve of his inauguration for treason”. She looks in the mirror at her original character's flaming lips and waist, and sneers, “A villain? No, I'll make both the North and South kneel and tremble under my skirt!” Clutching the mysterious diary left behind by the original owner in her left hand (which records the dirty dealings between the Southern aristocrats and the Northern politicians), and carrying the three mysterious “adopted sons” in her right hand (which are actually the artificial war machines in the Southern secret laboratories), Eleanor kicked away Alexander Hawthorne, the plantation owner who tries to control her by marriage, and threw the champagne into her hand, and then kicked her out of the room. Hawthorne, who pours champagne on a slave-state legislator's marriage agreement: “I have only two rules for parenting: teach my children to level slave estates with dynamite, and teach them to turn Northern generals with love letters.” --When the New York Times ridiculed her as a “slut stirring up the war through nepotism,” she took her adopted children to burn cotton fields live and force Lincoln to sign the Early Emancipation Proclamation; when Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, which was featured in the Washington Post. When Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, making headlines in the Washington Post: “Thanks to the arms sent by the enemy, I am now the first female arms dealer and interim Secretary of State of the United States of America.

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*

Many people wish to escape this boring life, or rather, everyone does. I was no different we also one of them. But back then, I hadn’t been summoned to another world. It didn’t take long for us to realize that this place was a true hell. We are going to used by them. Covered in blood, Avinash screamed, “One day, I’ll have them all beneath my feet!” Hero? What a joke.If by chance I survived.I show what is real hell. Suddenly window appears update complete loading...

The Legend of the Seven Fates… There once was an ancient library filled with all the knowledge in the world. The keepers of that library were the fates.       The fates were named Regalia, Clara, Melodie, Amara, Mia, Desirae, and Gailia. The fates were tasked with knitting scarves for the destiny of all mortals with plain material like wool, cotton, and yarn. One day the fates get an anonymous gift and the youngest fate, Gailia opens it.       Since Gailia is a fabled fate, fearless and immortal, she pulls on the string of the glowing box without caring to read the letter that was sent along with it. Gailia sees a glittering purple silk laying in the box and quickly stops knitting her boring destinies to make her new masterpiece.       As Gailia knits her new scarf Desirae, the sixth fate, takes note and decides she wants a masterpiece too. So Desirae stops knitting her plain cotton destiny and chooses a sparkling sapphire silk instead.      Mia, the fifth fate, walks by while knitting her almost finished yarn scarf and is drawn to a fiery looking carnelian. Mia sits down next to her two sisters and starts to finish this nearly finished scarf with the new and energetic carnelian.      But the fourth fate, Amara, is tired of not getting enough attention as the middle most fate. So Amara plans to knit her next mortal destiny as well as she can manage with a strong deep black diamond silk.       Melodie, the third fate, gasps at her sister’s neglect in knitting mortal destinies and grabs a deep emerald silk to show her older sisters. But the power in the silk overwhelms her and she instead collapses on the ground. Not knowing what else to do she skillfully knits a complex and delicate pattern into her newly acquired powerful jade silk.      Clara, the sixth fate, walks by and notices her sisters knitting something beautiful with a strange new material. Clara knows she’s never seen anything like these materials so she shouts for her eldest sister. Regalia, the oldest, knows what has happened and instantly goes over towards her younger siblings.       Regalia hopes that she can make it in time to stop Clara from falling into this trap as well. But as Regalia bursts into the library her skin turns pale. All of her younger siblings are knitting part of their lives into mortal destinies.  Even Clara is standing a few feet in front of Regalia knitting a destiny out of shining gold and silver. Regalia nods because her sisters have already chosen their paths.      Regalia wakes her sisters and picks up a dull and colorless grey silk that pulses with raw potential. The sisters know their mistake and follow Regalia as they knit a prophecy over top of the silks.       The seven fates knit a faith-filled prophecy out of the stable earthly silk and connect this to a place they call The Tower of Destiny. They write down that one day the chosen will unseal the library of knowledge at the top of The Tower.      They can only hope that whoever does this will be kind enough to revive them so that they can continue knitting mortals in order to save the world. Though as the sisters take their last breath before slumber that can’t help but have faith.

Ten thousand years ago, the sky shattered, the earth bled, and reality screamed. Gods and awakeners clashed against horrors that should not exist......things that twisted minds, devoured souls, and laughed at the concept of death. The world did not win. It survived. The Veil Barrier was forged, sealing away the nightmares at an unfathomable cost. Time passed. The world forgot. But the barrier is rotting. Cracks spread. Whispers crawl. Monsters pour through, dragging something far worse behind them. And in the midst of it all, something else stirs. Not a hero. Not a villain. Not a god. A being that should not exist. One even the horrors feared. The world thinks it won the war. It was wrong.

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.

In the depths of the Abyss, where the screams of the damned wove a twisted symphony, a lone figure knelt in the black sand. His silver chains gleamed under the pale light of a shattered moon. His name was Kael Draven, once a noble warrior of the Radiant Order, now a forsaken exile, branded as a traitor, and cursed by the gods themselves. Betrayed by those he had sworn to protect, Kael had been thrown into the Abyss as a sacrifice, left to perish among the demons. Yet, he had survived. The abyss had not broken him; it had reforged him. And now, he would return—not as a hero, but as something far worse.

*"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?"*

Ryuusei Kazama led a quiet life with his family in Tokyo. A 14-year-old boy with dreams, laughter and a future ahead of him... until the world literally collapsed. A devastating earthquake dragged him into the abyss of pain and despair. Screams. Blood. Darkness. When his eyes open again, he is no longer in the world he knew. Before him stands Death itself, watching him with a cold smile. But instead of an end, it offers him a choice... a rebellion. A new destiny awaits him. One in which the gods are not what they seem, and heaven itself could become his enemy. “If heaven has decided my death... then, I will defy heaven.”

In a sprawling fantasy world called Eldrenvar, where towering sky-cities float above a scarred wasteland, power belongs to the "Gifted"—those born with innate magical abilities called Sparks. These Sparks let them wield elements, manipulate minds, or bend reality itself. The Gifted rule as nobles, warriors, and gods among men, while the ungifted toil below in the dust, mining Etherstone to fuel the sky-cities’ levitation. Follow Tomas Kael, a 28-year-old laborer from the wasteland town of Dustcrag. Tomas is no hero—he’s a wiry, sweat-soaked grunt who hauls Etherstone 14 hours a day. He’s got no Spark, no lineage, just calloused hands and a stubborn belief: hard work beats talent. While the Gifted coast on their powers, Tomas trains relentlessly—running laps with stone sacks, swinging a pickaxe until his muscles scream, studying old texts by candlelight. His dream? To climb to the sky-cities and prove an ungifted man can stand equal to the elite.