Rayman Scream

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

Elara Venn thought her job was simple: transmigrate into each world, fix the tragic lives of certain characters, and walk away quietly once peace was restored. She was wrong. She never saves anyone—because she always gets hunted first. In every world, there’s always one possessive maniac waiting ahead of the script. They don’t follow the plot. They don’t care about the mission. They only care about her. “You’re mine. I want your eyes to never look at anyone else.” “Tell me what I have to do—just to make you choose me.” Elara Venn: “D-Don’t come closer. I’ll scream.” Inner voice: “God, stop talking and just do it already.” She’s here to heal fates, but before she can even start her work, someone’s already gripping her chin, whispering sweet madness, and throwing the whole world off course. Worse? These stalkers are always hot. Unreasonably hot. Dangerously skilled. And terrifyingly obsessed. Now she’s not just fixing destinies— She’s babysitting broken love, one lunatic at a time.

Julien de Rothvale was a disgrace. The youngest son of a ducal house—mocked, beaten, pissed himself in his first spar. A coward. A scandal. A noble failure used and discarded. But that boy is gone. And in his place lives something far more dangerous—a soul born of ritual, forged in blood and madness. A dark mage who clawed his way into another world. He came seeking peace. No throne. No vengeance. Just silence. But peace is a lie—and the world made the first mistake. Now? He’ll make them kneel. He’ll choke the maid who dared to insult him. Enslave the princess who used him. Break nobles, bend knights, and remake his legacy through terror, desire, and ruthless domination. He will rule not by title, but by touch. And when he’s done, they won’t whisper his name in shame— They’ll scream it. The Tyrant of Lust & Carnage has awakened.

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

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!

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

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

"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

An empath, ever heard of them? Beings able to feel not just the pain of others but their very emotions and state of mind. A force user....a Jedi is practically such a being made whole and raw. I- Nathan, reborn into a world I saw as my ideal world, armed with knowledge capable of power untold shall use this offered chance to its fullest. Oh..and the point about empaths....ever seen someone scream....in joy.

The world ended not with a bang, but with a scream. Years after the outbreak turned cities into graveyards and people into shrieking monsters, survival is a daily negotiation with death. Dylan Pierce doesn’t do hope—he does silence, steel, and the next supply run. But when he’s saved by a strange woman from the ocean, everything changes. In a world where trust is fragile and time is running out, what’s more dangerous: the monsters outside, or the truth within? (also available on Wattpad & Royal Road)

The war didn't begin with a battle. It began with silence. A year ago, a colony went dark. No distress call. No survivors. Just a scream buried in static — and then came the monsters. Now, the Apex Dreadbornes — “D-Borns” to the grunts — are everywhere. They tear through outposts, breed in nests of flesh and bone, and adapt faster than humanity can respond. The United Coalition fights back with everything it has. But their deadliest weapon isn’t a bomb or a gun — it’s a rare few soldiers who can sync with Exo-Warframes: advanced combat suits that turn ordinary humans into walking war machines. No gods. No miracles. Just bullets, bone, and blood. Welcome to the Infernal Front.

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

I rage-quit my job as a high-end programmer and poured my soul into one thing: crafting the legendary in-game weapon that could unlock the elusive Godforger class, a class no player had ever obtained. Insane? Maybe. Worth it? Hell yes. After thousands of hours and mental breakdowns, I finally did it. [CONGRATULATIONS] —YOU HAVE INHERITED THE WILL OF THE GOD OF WAR, STEEL… AND LUST. Wait. Lust? Before I could scream WTF, I was sucked into a world of god-tier weapons, glittering gold… and skeletons of past failures. A new trial appeared: [FORGE A DIVINE HAMMER AND AWAKEN YOUR HAREM — THROUGH LUST.] [TRIAL ENDS WHEN YOUR BONES TURN TO DUST.] [FAILURE: AGONIZING DEATH.] [WOMEN TO FORGE: ∞] Now I’m trapped in a fantasy world where my only way to survive… is to seduce powerful women, forge legendary weapons from their essence, and rise as the Blacksmith God of an endless harem. Time to bang on the anvil like literally. Let the forging begin.

Zukhanyi has lived a life carved in shadows, her hands stained by a fire she never meant to light. Naledi carries scars she never asked for, protecting a secret that changed her forever. When their paths cross in a quiet village outside Durban, what begins as survival becomes something far deeper — love, built in silence, cemented in truth. Together, they create Embers & Ash, a charcoal business built with strategy, sacrifice, and secrecy. But as they rise, the world begins to notice — and so do those who want to see them fall. Haunted by their pasts, hunted by corrupt officials, and bound by a love that refuses to break, Zukhanyi and Naledi must decide: keep hiding, or burn everything down to protect what they’ve built. In a world where truth is dangerous and love is rebellion, silence may be the only weapon left.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

One Click Changed Everything. Zayan Malik Was Just A Regular Guy With A Habit Of Clicking Every Shady Pop-Up Ad He Saw. But This Time, Instead Of Getting A Virus, He Got Something Much Worse—a System. Not A Normal System, Though. This One Sends Him Daily Missions Like “Hug A Policeman,” “Scream I’M A BANANA In Public,” Or “Flirt With Your Boss And Run.” While Other Heroes Get Swords, Spells, Or Super Strength, Zayan Gets Coupons, Cringe, And Public Humiliation. Now, With His Life Turned Into A Daily Reality Show Of Chaos, He Has One Goal: Figure Out Who Installed This Glitchy Nightmare And Why It's Ruining His Life—One Embarrassing Mission At A Time. Because Sometimes, The Wrong System… Might Be Exactly What The World Needs.

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.

--- The Dark Cradle Some stories are born in silence… and raised in shadows. Tagline: Not every cradle rocks the innocent. They smiled once—before the laughter turned into screams. They trusted once—before love became a transaction. They lived once—before their names were replaced with labels like victim, monster, or ghost. The Dark Cradle is not a sanctuary. It is a graveyard of innocence and a nursery for nightmares. This collection of short stories unearths what the world tries to bury: the grinning faces of cruelty, the blood-stained roots of betrayal, and the quiet children forced to carry horrors behind silent lips. Here, monsters aren’t always strangers—they’re classmates, lovers, mothers, fathers, even friends. These tales don’t ask for sympathy. They dare you to look away. Pain is dressed in perfume. Trauma wears a school uniform. And sometimes, the most beautiful souls are the most broken. These are not bedtime stories. These are confessions from the forgotten, memories from the condemned, and lullabies no one should ever sing. This isn’t where nightmares begin— This is where they’re raised. --- The beginning of cruelty, disguised as fun. A world full of predators, where bullying is sport, theft is normal, and rape is a joke behind closed doors. Laughter echoes louder than screams, and silence costs more than money. Betrayal cuts deeper than blades. Trust is currency and love is bait. The characters begin to understand that being kind is dangerous, and being naïve is fatal. A camera hidden. A drink laced. A “friend” smiling. Nothing is safe, not even affection. When victims fall in love with their abusers, the line between comfort and control vanishes. The wealthy have their own playgrounds, and their toys are breathing. Beneath the lights of a club and the glow of pills, lives are bought and sold—and some children never get the chance to grow old. The ones who watched and did nothing now beg for forgiveness. But some apologies come too late. And some victims don’t want justice—they want the world to burn like they did. Families rot behind their pretty windows. Parents trade their kids for reputation. children who once begged to be seen now wishes they were invisible. A name erased. A soul conditioned into silence. Even hope has rules in this place. And kindness? That’s the first thing they break. A home should be safe, but some walls whisper. Some cradles rock themselves. And some legacies are written not in love—but in blood, fire, and screams. this is a world were fantasy and friction join together this is reality --- arc one arc two arc three arc four arc five More to come… The cradle is wide. And the darkness isn’t done. ---

She smiles like everything is perfect. But behind that smile... is a girl quietly breaking. Eliana Benjamin lives her life like a puppet — saying yes when she wants to scream no, obeying rules that strangle her dreams. Her parents decide everything for her: what to wear, where to go, and even how to breathe. But inside? She's not the quiet girl everyone thinks she is. With her sarcastic inner voice, rare rebellious moments with friends, and one unexpected viral video, Eliana's carefully controlled world starts to crack. And then there's Hendrix Parker — the blind date she was supposed to ruin… but accidentally knew. He remembers her. She doesn’t. Or maybe she’s just not ready to. Behind the Perfect Smile is a romantic comedy with a twist of mystery, humor, and heartache. Watch Eliana’s messy, beautiful journey as she learns to say no... and maybe even yes to love.

Zara thought the worst part of her day was fighting with her boyfriend. Then the screaming started. Now locked inside her school with chaos breaking out, love is the last thing on her mind — but it might be the only thing keeping her alive. Zombie apocalypse + Romance in a highschool full of students How are they gonna survive?

The world died not with a scream, but with a whisper—suffocated by those who thought they were saving it. In their quest to perfect nature, a group of brilliant students brought about its collapse. Now, ash chokes the skies, the seas have turned black, and life has withered into memory. Most of the architects of this ruin are dead, leaving behind only silence and regret. One of the last survivors—once a mastermind of the project—unearths a forgotten time machine buried beneath a forbidden island. Haunted by what he’s done, he entrusts it to the only soul untouched by their lies: Sahabi. Sent into the past with nothing but truth and grief, Sahabi must face the dream that became a nightmare. Because the world already ended—and this time, he must kill the idea before it’s born.

Ken had to kill everyone in the town. He had made a deal. So, he started. First, he killed the priest. This was the man who said Ken should be beheaded. Next was the old woman. She had cheered the loudest. Then came his friends and neighbors. He also killed the schoolteacher. She had acted like she didn't see what was happening. With each death, a glowing mark appeared on Ken's chest. Each scream made a shadow behind a curtain grow stronger. But things felt wrong. As Ken killed more people, the world around him started to break apart. Reality seemed to glitch. When he looked in a mirror, his reflection didn't move with him. The stars in the sky changed their positions. They formed an eye that just stared. Then came the final sacrifice, the last living soul: his mother.

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

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.

Synopsis – Mirrored Minds: The Game Beneath Her Smile In a city where silence screams and every smile hides a weapon, a brilliant but broken 15-year-old boy becomes entangled with a mysterious older girl hiding her own monsters. Love becomes war. Lies become truth. As their minds dance between manipulation and vulnerability, one question remains: is he saving her—or becoming her reflection? A psychological thriller where emotions are traps, and every move rewrites the story.