Screamed Synonym

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.

Lexi a cheerful and an outgoing girl had a dream one day and found out she wasn't human but a hybrid, a daughter of a Hedge-witch and Masota. Everyone around her weren't human too. Everything here was nothing but lies. How will she take the new change and her destiny? "Ahhhhhhhh!" a lady held Jessica's neck with her fang, bit her to death. Some of the blood splashed on Vera's face. "ahhhhhhhh!!" Vera screamed. Another lady teleported beside them, held Vera and pushed the other lady was sucking Jessica's blood.

In his previous life, Seo Hae-jin was a tyrant feared across realms—a villain whose name was synonymous with extinction. But when death finally claimed him, he did not find oblivion. Instead, he awoke reborn in a decaying magical world—armed with a glitched Sovereign Devouring System, and a mark burned into his palm: the Symbol of Dominion. From the body of a forsaken human child, he began again. At his command, countless black larvae hatched—creatures no larger than an insect, yet destined to evolve into horrors that would drown entire civilizations. These bugs devour everything—flesh, mana, memory—and grow without limit. He feels no pity. No remorse. No hope for redemption. As empires crumble and heroes die screaming, a single truth spreads across the stars: The Sovereign of Devouring has returned. He is no man. No god. No monster. He is extinction itself.

The first thing they heard was Rachel’s scream. Then came the silence. Dorm 6A has rules. Unwritten ones. Whispers in the walls, shadows that move when no one’s looking, and names that should never be spoken — especially hers. Rachel vanished. No blood. No body. Just the sound of her voice… still screaming. Now Clara and her friends are trapped in the dorm the school swore was safe. The gates are locked. The teachers are lying. And someone — or something — is waking beneath the floorboards. The Third Drift has begun. "One must speak. One must bleed. One must vanish." Welcome to Dorm 6A. And whatever you do — don’t say her name. The first thing they heard was Rachel’s scream. Then came the silence. Dorm 6A has rules. Unwritten ones. Whispers in the walls, shadows that move when no one’s looking, and names that should never be spoken — especially hers. Rachel vanished. No blood. No body. Just the sound of her voice… still screaming. Now Clara and her friends are trapped in the dorm the school swore was safe. The gates are locked. The teachers are lying. And someone — or something — is waking beneath the floorboards. The Third Drift has begun. "One must speak. One must bleed. One must vanish." Welcome to Dorm 6A. And whatever you do — don’t say her name.

Thrown into a nightmare he never chose, Anthony wakes up in a world where pain breathes through every shadow. Here, death comes without warning, power is hoarded by monsters in human form, and the weak are erased without ceremony. There are no heroes. No second chances. Only those who adapt — or die screaming. Anthony is no savior. He carries wounds he won’t name. But in this world that devours, every scream becomes a weapon. Every failure, a mutation. To survive, he must evolve. Not to be strong — but to stop breaking. Because in this world, even the broken can become gods. Anthesis of Sadness is a journey of blood, will, and transformation — where the deepest tragedy may not be death… but the person we become to survive.

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?

The world bows to Eleven God-Emperors until tonight. The last rebellion begins with a whisper... and ends with the sky screaming. They were never meant to win. The throne was never meant to break. That thing watching from the eclipse? It's been waiting for them. Hayuni dances through bloodshed in silks that slit throats, her fox-spirit whispering secrets no mortal should know. Payune marches in armor fused to her flesh, the last daughter of dragons carrying a sword that eats gods.

I am the Beast of Inevitability. I am the end you ignored until it was too late. The breath before the fall. The silence before extinction. I am the Living Calamity. Where I walk, cities fall silent. Where I gaze, stars flicker out. They called me a myth. A whisper passed from tongue to tongue in dying breaths. But I am no legend. I am the truth that gods fear in their final dreams. I am the Slayer of Aesir. I have shattered Yggdrasil’s roots, burned golden palaces with nothing but my rage. Odin wept. Thor screamed. Freya begged. None were spared. I am the Destroyer of Realms. Nine was not enough. I carved through dimensions, unmaking the fragile dreams of mortals and divine alike. Heaven closed its gates. Hell cowered behind its fire. You think you understand power? You think divinity shields you from fate? I am fate. I am the storm that follows prophecy. The war cry at the end of time. The last breath of every god who ever thought themselves eternal. I am Gerald Weston. And i am Ragnarok

In a forgotten village lies an ancient, broken bridge—silent for years, but soaked in screams. When Maya’s father joins a government team to reconstruct it, he vanishes mysteriously. As Maya investigates, she uncovers a horrifying past: a ritual of blood sacrifices, a cursed foundation, and vengeful souls waiting for rebirth. The more she digs, the closer she gets to the truth—and to death.

Luna Lethal, a name synonymous with fear and power, ruled both the underworld and the elite circles of society. Orphaned young, she rose through treachery to become a master of manipulation and skill. Yet, her reign ended in betrayal—a laboratory explosion claimed her life. To the world, her death was a tragedy; to her enemies, a cause for celebration. But Luna awakens in the body of Aurora Smith, a neglected and ridiculed child despised by her adoptive family. Stripped of her former strength but not her will, Luna faces a choice: seek revenge for Aurora’s mistreatment or forge a new path. As her sharp mind and unyielding spirit transform Aurora’s life, shadows of Luna’s past resurface. Loyal followers sense her presence, while old enemies seek to destroy her again. Torn between vengeance and a fresh start, Luna must confront her identity. Is she still the Devil of the underworld, or can she find peace in a second chance at life? *****This book contains graphic violence, explicit sexual content, and mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. It is intended for adult audiences (18+) only.****** ****Discretion is strongly advised.****

"HOLD THE LINE!" Arasha commands as she rushes to fight monsters no regular knight can handle. Arasha, the commander of the Scion Order, fought relentlessly and tirelessly to defend the nation from abominations. And Yet, Raptures in the space, rifts, begin to simultaneously appear all over the continent. She can only do much... Still fighting till her last breath, but... Her body betrays her, she falls to her knees helplessly as the abomination birthed by the rift is about to rip her, Then footsteps, A teen, The Rift screamed, a flash of light so bright it blinds Arasha can't believe it, the rift is closed! The Awakened ones emerges, so does hope. But, Arasha's role has not ended yet, she needs to be the one to protect that hope. For how long? Only fate knows.

Mr Manchester sighed frustrated,what has he gotten himself into, he should have thought about it before handing it to that fool. He shouted angrily and threw the glass cup he was holding at the wall. "fuck" he screamed angrily, he couldn't risk his future, his family, his life. He had to do something and do it fast.

not every performance ends with applause..... some ends with screams Author: mozaran_lo

not every performance ends with applause..... some ends with screams Author: mozaran_lo

Maya Sinclair had it all — power, beauty, a kingdom at her feet. Until the night her world cracked wide open. Betrayal wasn’t whispered. It screamed — from her best friend’s knife in the back, her boyfriend’s dark secret, and her father’s cold replacement. She didn’t break. She became a weapon. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. And then came Eddie Thompson. Quiet. Obsessed. Dangerous. The one guy she couldn’t control. But Eddie’s not who he seems. There’s a ghost in his past — a tragedy wrapped in secrets and lies. When the truth surfaces, the lines between love and hate blur into something far more deadly. Because in this game of obsession and revenge, no one is innocent. No one is safe. And survival? It’s the only prize worth fighting for.

In a world where magic is breathed like people breathe air, humanity is born with powers called "Ether Souls"—every human is born bound to a primal soul that determines their magic type, class, and fate. But there is a sacred rule: > "He who is not born with a soul is not considered human." In the high capital of Aurelius, the nobles gather in the Tower of Souls, while the poor fight for a drop of energy. In the Soul Wasteland, where those born without souls are thrown, a boy named Eden is born. He was dead at birth. No soul, no pulse, no hope. But on the third night, he opened his eyes... and screamed. That scream tore through the walls of the place, and space cracked. He was born with a black, ethereal spirit... not of this world.

"When the law falls silent, some will choose to scream through the blade." Kenji Varquez—former agent, current criminal, and a constant threat. In the eyes of justice, he is a murderer. In the eyes of the oppressed, he is an avenger. He never asked the world for forgiveness. He never begged for understanding. He knows what he did—and he's willing to do it again. But his story isn’t just about prison, or guilt. It’s about a system that failed. And the monster it created.

If you’re looking for another cheerful power fantasy where the hero rises, wins hearts, and saves the world with plot armor so thick it could stop a meteor with just a tiny finger then stop this isn’t that story. This is not a tale of hope. This is a tale of Dead. In a decaying multiverse governed by the Samsara of Creation and Destruction, worlds collapse, merge, and bleed into each other. The strong don’t always survive. The kind rarely thrive. And fate… fate is just a prettier word for torment it the synonym of suffering. As forgotten worlds rot and monstrous truths crawl from the void, Nine divine houses tighten their grip on what remains in their hands. The shrines lie. The Seeker System watches. The gates open, not as miracles—but as warnings. Behind each one lies a trial. A silence. A scream. A dead end. If you're tired of pretty lies and want a world that hurts, one that haunts, one that speaks to the part of you that knows not all stories end with salvation— Then step inside. But don't expect to leave whole.

Looking blankly at the pavilion in front of him and the box of delicate cakes, Wei Lian arrived at a conclusion: He better jump at the river. It may be painful but it'll save him from future problems. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wei Lian have always thought that transmigration, rebirth, and all it's synonyms are IMPOSSIBLE. Well, reality has always loved proving him right and slapping him in the face. But could anyone tell him into which novel or era he had transmigrated to?!! Where's his system? Where's his golden finger?! And what's with this man who's full of contradictions ahh? Leave him alone, He's straight as a ruler!! He wants to file a complaint! This poor, humble, undergrad psychology student can't take any more of this!!

The moment the dart struck my back, I staggered. Heat flooded my limbs, then numbness__ like my body was sinking while still standing. I heard Seraphina scream my name, but her voice sounded far away, like she was underwater. The cave blurred__ shadows dancing, lights spinning. My legs gave out _ I crumbled beside nyra. My hands resting on her wings. Was this how it ended? I blinked, the figures closed in. Then __ a roar. It wasn't nyra, not even human. The air changed _ electric and sharp. Like a storm had entered the cave. Then came the sound _ swift and brutal. I saw shadows, one in front of me__ nails long, curvy, eyes pure gold. She just killed one man with her bare hand. A gunshot. Another. A shout cut short. A man screamed. Something crashed hard against the wall. I tried to lift my head __ but to no avail. A blue of black and silver swept past me. Like a shadow but with purpose. A familiar voice barked "why the hell is she here". Low. Cold. Unforgiving. Draven? I tried to speak _ but couldn't. My lips moved, but nothing came out. Darkness bled in from the edge of my vision. The last thing I saw was Draven kneeling beside me _ gloved hands, lifting me up gently. His eyes were now pure gold. Anger. Wildness. Protection. Then nothing, only darkness

It was the 25th of October 2005, a day now known as 'That Fateful Day,' when the world was plunged into chaos. Billions of voices screamed and echoed with otherworldly chants as an inexplicable force chose individuals to serve a broken god, turning them into twisted versions of angels. With no regard for life, the angels mercilessly killed many, leaving just a few survivors. Eric arrived in the settlement of West Arvada, carrying his dying child, as his fight for survival truly began.

Title: His Favorite Poison: Until Death Makes Us Worse Genre: Dark Romance | Psychological Thriller | Possessive Male Lead | Tragedy | Obsession --- Synopsis: It started with a scream. Mira Thorne kicked the back of the driver’s seat, rage and fear blending in her bloodshot eyes. “Stop the car!” she shouted, her voice cracking. But the men in front only glanced at her through the rearview mirror—smirking, silent, and cruel. She kicked again. Harder. The car swerved. CRASH! Glass shattered. Tires screamed. The car flipped, spun, then hit a ditch with a thud. Mira’s body slammed into the door. Pain tore through her, but she didn’t wait. She crawled out. Ran. A flash of headlights nearly blinded her—another car almost crushed her bones, but she dove aside at the last second. Blood in her mouth. Her limbs shaking. Then she saw the forest. Thick. Dark. Unforgiving. She ran straight down the hill—stumbled—rolled—tumbled into the trees. The air tore her lungs, but she didn’t stop. Behind her, car doors slammed. Footsteps followed. “Stop running, Mira!” She didn’t. Gunshots rang out. Bang! A searing pain exploded in her arm. She screamed, fell again, rolled over dry leaves and stone. Still, she rose. And then… She saw it. A mansion. Dark stone. Down the hill. Looming like a sleeping beast. She ran. Her legs barely holding. Her blood soaking her sleeve. And just as she stumbled past a cluster of trees—she saw him. Standing at the edge of the mansion’s balcony. A glass of wine in hand. Eyes sharp and expression unreadable. Damien Voss. She screamed, desperate, broken. “Help me!” He only raised an eyebrow. And behind him—two tigers stepped into view, their fur glinting in the moonlight. Mira froze. The men still chased her. Gunshots behind. Her vision swam. Her legs gave out. But she stood. She ran toward the tigers. They lunged. She dodged—barely. Her mind screamed to survive. Her body obeyed. She reached the edge. Damien tilted his head. She collapsed in front of him, kneeling, gasping, kowtowing at his feet. > “Please… save me.” He crouched down, cold eyes meeting hers. His fingers curled under her chin. > “If I save you… what do I gain?” Behind them, one of the pursuers screamed— A tiger ripped into him. The others tried to escape. Too late. Damien raised his hand. The tigers stopped. Silent. Obedient. One man’s body was already torn open on the grass. Mira trembled. > “I’ll give you anything,” she whispered. “Money?” “Everything. My soul. My life. Just let me live.” Damien’s lips curved. He chuckled. Low. Dark. He waved his hand. Bullets rained. His guards appeared from the shadows and opened fire—merciless and precise. Mira flinched as blood splattered beside her. She didn’t dare move. --- If I can’t be happy, nobody can,” Mira says. “If I want you to be happy, you will be,” Damien replies. “I’ll kill anyone who stands in my way—including you.” “Then I’ll buy coffins for both of us—or we can share one.” “I’ll be your poison.” “Then I’ll take it.” “I will never be with you.” “Then you’ll be the reason the world ends.” “I don’t care if the world drowns in blood.” “Then I’ll make it happen—and you’ll be the star of the show, my little pet.” ____ She called herself a thorn. A curse. A walking poison. He called her entertainment, obsession—his favorite game. Even when he vomited blood, he reached for her. I told you I will be your death she said > “I’m attracted to poisonous flowers,” he replied “Till death tears us apart,” she whispered as she watch him frown in pain from the poison. “Till death tears us never,” he swore, pressing his lips to hers. warning warning the FL and the ml are red flags

Locked in a rotting dungeon, bleeding and broken, a nameless prisoner clings to a single truth— His pain is not his weakness. It's his power. With every wound, he can forge weapons. With every scream he suppresses, he crafts tools. His blood is his currency. His suffering, his forge. No magic. No allies. Only a broken body, a sharp will, and a forbidden ability that could change everything. When the guards least expect it, when the chains feel heaviest—he moves. Because pain… is the sharpest blade of all.

I used to be the Supreme God of Everything—until I was reborn into the body of a pink-haired schoolgirl… wearing bunny slippers. Now, nine different cultivation systems are screaming in my brain, my teacher wants me to lead a harem club, and apparently, I'm married to the CEO of DaoMart? Oh, and the Heavens are calling. But I have memes to post, a midterm trial fight with a literal dragon, and a schoolgirl squad war to win. Who said reincarnation had to make sense?

Ashes of the Black Blade Born under a cursed moon, Rai Tsuki was never given a chance at peace. Branded an "Ash spawn" by the very village he called home, Rai grew up beneath whispers, glares, and silence. But at the age of seven, silence turned to screams. When the villagers could no longer contain their hatred, they turned on the one person Rai loved most — his mother, Aria Tsuki — and made him watch as they tore her apart, piece by piece, across seven days of torment. They broke her body, but she never stopped smiling for him. They broke his heart, and with it, awakened something ancient. From the ashes of that horror, Rai Tsuki is reborn — not as a boy, but as a vessel of wrath. Marked by tragedy and driven by vengeance, Rai begins a journey across a god-forsaken world, haunted by the screams of the innocent and hunted by powers that fear what he might become. But Rai does not seek mercy. He seeks understanding — through pain, through fire, through blood. He will make the gods kneel. He will make the world remember. This is not a story of a hero. This is the tale of a weapon — forged in grief, sharpened by betrayal, and set loose upon a world that made him watch love die.

"Check in...but never check out A Chilling Tale of a Haunted building where time stands still ... and screams never fade. Read at your own risk By - Vivaan Pandey

Handsome, kind and caring, James swept Julia off her feet with grand gestures and a lovely attitude. During courtship, he treated her like royalty, shielding her from stress and showering her with gifts. She believed she had hit the jackpot. A man who saw her, cherished her, and would build a future with her. But the dream quickly turned into a nightmare after the wedding. Behind the closed doors of their luxurious home, James transformed into a cold, controlling tyrant. The man who once opened car doors for her now slammed room doors in her face. Every smile disappeared, replaced with commands, insults, and icy silences. Julia was stripped of her voice, her joy, and her identity. No love. No respect. Just survival. When he finally threatened her with a divorce, expecting her to beg and grovel as usual, Julia shocked him and herself by accepting it this time. What followed was nothing short of a rebirth. Julia rebuilt her life from scratch, facing a harsh world that doubted her strength. But she rose, unstoppable, radiant, and fiercely independent. She discovered not just survival but success. She found peace. She found purpose. She found herself. Now, years later, James is back. Humbled. Regretful. Desperate for a second chance. But will Julia ever return to the man who never heard her silent scream? "My Silent Scream " is a heart wrenching, empowering tale of love, betrayal, and rising from the ashes. It explores the pain of emotional abuse, the quiet strength of a woman rediscovering her worth, and the sweet taste of triumph over those who doubted her. A story that will break your heart and heal it again.

A love story drowned in monsoon rain and quiet heartbreak. To every silent heart that once loved without permission. To every soul who smiled while hiding oceans of pain. To those who watched someone they loved walk away—without ever knowing how much they meant. This story is for you. The one who stayed up countless nights wondering what could have been. The one who held onto memories because reality was too cruel. The one who longed for just one more conversation, one more glance, one more chance—but life never gave it. A Crimson Monsoon is not just a story. It’s a whispered confession from every unspoken heart. A rainy afternoon where pain meets poetry. A mirror for the lonely and the forgotten. For those who carry love in silence. And for those who walked away with a smile—while their soul screamed in sorrow. If you’ve ever loved in silence... If you’ve ever been misunderstood... If you’ve ever lost something without knowing why... Then this story already belongs to you. Welcome to the rain. Welcome to the ache. Welcome to, A Crimson Monsoon..

After killing himself, Rio got reincarnated into a game he used to play. Not as Heaven's chosen Protagonist or overpowered villain But as a most pathetic side character in the entire game. Cassian Evros Myrr A character so pitiful that his very name had become synonymous with failure among fans. “Fuck that.” “I won’t live like that. Not this time.” Even if his actions changed the story, he wouldn’t walk the same path. He would rewrite Cassian’s fate with his own hands. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* COVER PAGE IS NOT MINE, IF THE CREATOR OF IMAGE WANTS ME TO REMOVE IT. COMMENT IT *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Notice: Don't Expect anything great from this novel, because this my first time writing. English is not my first Language. Fights maybe will be not that great and conversation maybe look awkward because my social life sucks, so again don't expect anything. And at last DEMONS WELCOME TO MY HELL, TAKE YOU SEAT AND WATCH AS I DO MY SINS. (that's kinda cringe)

This is a generic romance story. A little toxic, fantastical. Slightly Stockholm. She is nonchalant, and he is obsessed. They are connected by a biological fated bond. I chose an alpha-omega universe simply as an excuse to write smut. I've always liked the idea of biological desires controlling the body, emotionally. That's all. I hope people don't read though, because- cringe alert. Isaac Rudiego is the only Alpha in Cove Crest College. He’s had everything and everyone he’s ever wanted, but nothing has ever made him...feel. That is, until Aimi Lionesse walks onto campus. The moment he scents her, it’s over. His instincts screamed.