Shocker Scream

Many people wish to escape this boring life, or rather, everyone does. I was no different. 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. Covered in blood, Avinash screamed, “One day, I’ll have them all beneath my feet!” Hero? What a joke.

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!

Years ago, at the beginning of everything, the phenomenon that we know today as the big bang occurred, and with it came the first scream, a scream that provided prosperity and abundance but above all it provided creation. The Big Bang started everything we know. The first scream started everything we will know.

"Oh Lord Lunareio, you are the only one who can save our world." ... My name is Rikuya Takatsuki, and I didn’t ask to be summoned to some fantasy world with my classmates. But there I was, expected to be a hero and protect the Kingdom from Realm Eaters, dimensional monsters chewing through reality. Apparently, all the races summoned forth heroes of legend, which was sort of a shocker to me since it wasn’t the cliché "slay the demon king" trope. Sounds cool, right? Wrong. While everyone else got flashy powers and legendary classes, I was slapped with the FFF Auto Hero class—no skills, no perks, and no respect. The kingdom handed me some pocket change and politely told me to scram. Fine by me. I was all set on enjoying the easy life in this new world anyways, when out of nowhere a bunch of cultists kidnapped me, claiming I’m their prophesied god or whatever. They gave me a mansion, unlimited snacks, and zero responsibilities, so of course, I played along. But then my so-called useless class kicked in. Turns out Auto Hero means my body hijacks itself whenever there’s danger, turning me into some kind of unstoppable killing machine. Efficient? Sure. Ethical? Not so much. Now everyone thinks I’m this terrifying cult leader who takes down monsters, corrupt kings, and anyone dumb enough to stand in my way. While my classmates enjoy their shiny hero lives, I’m here in the shadows, leading a cult, toppling kingdoms, and pretending I have some grand plan. The truth? I’m just winging it. I mean... what’s the worst that could happen?

That guy was my friend's boyfriend. After they fought, he came home and said he wanted my opinion. What exactly made his girlfriend change? I, who didn't have a bad feeling at all, put him in the house. Then he killed me! That bastard stabbed me multiple times with a kitchen knife and killed me. Even though he knew tomorrow was my wedding day. How sad. A death that made me curse all efforts. But, what could I do? I thought I was dead. I did. Because at that moment I didn't feel any air in my lungs. Because everything went dark. I didn't know anything until I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful ceiling with crystal chandeliers. Are there hospitals like this? I'm sure that even if the apartment I lived in was sold, I wouldn't be able to buy that crystal chandelier! "She's alive! SHE'S ALIVE! LADY ELEONORA IS ALIVE!" I turned my head and saw an old woman running while screaming. I'm alive? Really? But who is Eleonora? I'm Cristy! I don't understand anything yet. Not a single thing. People started introducing themselves as my parents, future in-laws, and fiancé. But I knew that none of them were telling the truth! Their smiling faces were terrifying masks. My gut screamed at me to run away. And I knew that my gut never lied!

The jeers followed her like a persistent shadow. "Murderer!" the crowd screamed, their faces contorted in a grotesque parody of the adoration she once commanded. Just months ago, they had screamed her name, their voices a deafening roar as she shimmied across the stage, a beacon of light and pop perfection. Now, their cheers had morphed into venomous hisses, their eyes burning with a hatred that chilled her to the bone. Noelle clutched her lawyer's arm, his face a mask of grim determination. The cameras flashed, capturing her every move, every tremor of fear. The headlines screamed: "Pop Princess Plummets: Noelle Accused of Murder." The irony wasn't lost on her. Her life, once a carefully constructed fairytale of fame and fortune, had become a grotesque tragedy. The trial was a circus. The whispers, the sneers, the relentless scrutiny – it was a constant assault on her senses. Her once loyal fans, the ones who'd plastered her face on their bedroom walls, now reveled in her downfall. They devoured every salacious detail, every whispered accusation, every tear she dared to shed. The verdict was a foregone conclusion. Guilty. Noelle watched the judge pronounce the sentence, her mind a whirlwind of disbelief and despair. Death by lethal injection. ‘At least they did not give me the electric chair’ she thought to herself in a poor attempt at humor. * Months later, a solitary figure knelt at her grave, the wind whipping at his hair. Rain lashed down, mirroring the tears that streamed down his face. "I'm sorry, Areum," he sobbed, his voice hoarse with grief. "I'm so sorry I was too late." He clutched a single, wilted rose, its petals stained crimson, a poignant reminder of the life that had been brutally extinguished. * Noelle is a bright star who has the world at her feet, she feels no guilt about being the other woman coming between a husband and his wife. After all, Evan had been in love with her since they were teenagers. The only reason he married Ma-Ri was because his family demanded it, if he had a choice he would surely have picked her… When she gets wrongfully accused of murdering Ma-Ri, she loses everything and is sentenced to death, everyone including Evan turn against her and she is left to die a miserable death. She is reborn and this time she faces the humiliation of being the woman who is being cheated on. She is determined to end the cycle and not let the future she had seen come to pass, she decides to step out of the picture and focus on her career. In doing so, everything changes, Evan clings to her and refuses to let her go, a mysterious stranger who has been studying her also steps in and decides to fight for a chance to be with her.

They shattered Ethan’s world—betrayed him, broke him, left him to rot. But some wounds don’t heal. They fester, turning into something darker. Now, he’s back, not as the man they once knew, but as a force of reckoning. With every step, he hunts them down, his vengeance painted in blood. Their screams don’t move him, their pleas mean nothing. This isn’t justice. This isn’t redemption. This is payback.

I’ve killed thousands before, in a world far from this one, and I’ll kill thousands more before I’m done. This place is nothing new—just another hunting ground, filled with the same fragile, oblivious prey. They scream the same, beg the same, die the same. Their fear tastes just as sweet. With my gift, I can be anyone and I can be anywhere. By the time they realize what I am, they’ll already be bleeding out in my hands. ——— Art on cover is by u/tj_ill on Reddit (I can take it down! I asked for permission to use their art but I haven't received a response yet. I used it nonetheless because it genuinely looks unsettling—the perfect choice.)

"Left" "No right" "Is it that hard to position this in the centre?!!!!" I scream at the workers in my house but they all ignored me. The ignored me like the ones before them and probably the ones after them will ignore me. "Such insolence!" But who can I blame? It's not their fault they can't HEAR me. It's also not their fault they can't SEE me. But... IT'S ALSO NOT MY FAULT THAT I'M A GHOST!!!! Halit Garner is the illegitimate son of the wealthy business tycoon, Alexis Garner. Unfortunately for Halit, this isn't the story where he gets all the money from a wealthy estranged father by luck. All Halit got was tons of death threats from the legitimate children and a house. A very huge house that it shouldn't be called a house but a mini hotel. Little did little Halit know of how this newly discovered money making residence will change his life and the life he lived before that.

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...

"Let me go!" Ivy screamed, her body struggling against the man’s grip. But Alaska only stared at her coldly, carrying her effortlessly despite her resistance. With steady steps, he took her deeper into his world. "Go? Don’t even think about it," Alaska hissed, his voice sharp as a blade. "You are mine, and I will never let you go." Under the obsessive hold of this cold yet captivating man, Ivy’s life turned into a nightmare that slowly ensnared her heart.

no, no no! Don’t die on me.. Wally screamed holding tightly onto the life less body of this wife ,everything around him seem to have come to a stop,watching her stop breathing.. Few months ago, he wouldnt have pictured himself in that kind of position, caring, hurting ,loosing his mind and love? It sure was the last thing on his mind When he decided to make her his one year Project.. A project he lost himself in ……. Who is ready for my new story?

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".

Have you ever experienced hell before? A life full of pain and suffering, where death is a relief Have you ever sunk into an abyss?  A dark and lonely place with no end to it. where no one hears your scream.  You must have ever had a nightmare, right?  But I bet you never had an endless cycle of killing your beloved. Coming back from the future seems cool, right? But it's not for me, because I'm tired of it; at least let me die as a human. However, my story doesn't end here, because God brought me hope, and you are my hope.  You save me from hell; you bring me out of the abyss; you are the joy of my life; you heal this broken man piece by piece. You're my everything, baby. You're the reason for my existence.  So please be the light in my heart forever.  ~The devil (MxM)

Akira, a teen shattered by his abusive mother and hatred for humanity, resolves to leap from an abandoned building. Lisa, a classmate with mind-reading powers, confronts him, exposing his pain and the lingering goodness he denies. Amid screams and self-destruction, Akira collapses, surviving with broken hands and fractured resolve. Hospitalized, he awakens to Lisa’s exhausted but steadfast presence—her green eyes and quiet strength hinting at unspoken bonds. As dawn breaks, she becomes a flicker of light in his darkness. But trauma’s grip is relentless: Can her empathy outlast his nihilism? In a world he loathes, is survival a curse… or a chance to rewrite it?

When Rolex was only five, his world was shattered—his father, a righteous advocate, was brutally executed for challenging a powerful don. His mother and sister suffered a fate even crueler, their screams forever etched into his soul. Yet, for reasons unknown, the gang chose to spare him. For twenty years, Rolex lived in fear, haunted by relentless nightmares and the suffocating weight of his past. Every shadow felt like a threat, every scream a reminder of his helplessness. But fear can only hold back a man for so long. The day finally comes when something inside him snaps—the terror is consumed by rage, and in its place, a demon is born.

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!

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.)

[I am evil. I have always been a true menace, and these qualtites only fermented as he grew older. My past of bouncing around foster homes springboarded me into my life of crime- my life of dark allyways, violent brawls, and screaming women. And so, the last thing i expected to happen to me was to b e 'chosen' for transmigration- if you call 'chosen' being brutally strangled by a vigilante in the early hours of the morning. Now, incarnated into the body of a disgraced noble, it's up to me to wield my power how I see fit! i'll makee the peasent girls service me- or face the consequences! Wait what? What do you mean punishment? What military penance???]

I look longingly into Irina’s blue eyes on this tranquil night. I am about to ask her, “Irina… will… will you…” She looks at me with curiosity, “Will I what Franz?” Suddenly a deafening boom sounds throughout the city. Then the city’s air raid sirens scream to life with its ear splitting shrieking. The wispy fingers of the searchlights probe the cloudy night sky. Irina and I look at each other in alarm. We silently agree, we need to find out what is happening. Germany, Toter Garten, 1944. The flames of the Second World War have engulfed Europe, no longer sparing the German people. In a quiet town far away from the chaos of battle is a young German teen, Franz Henkel, who desperately tries to find his way into adulthood in a world gone mad for violence.

She walks through a bend, he follows. She steps onto her Porsche, he follows. She climbs the steep of stairs, wondering if he is there now. Her heart beats fast. She is unsure how to feel, scared or confident? A presence holds her tightly, drawing her into his arms, tightly. She feels his embrace. It should be warm, but her inner thoughts spur gear and she screams with anxiety..... "Let me go"! He ignores her screams and holds onto her, firmly! At this point, she gives up!

"Scream louder for me, Prim Dirielle Marie Lchwartz." "I don't care about someone as ugly as you!" Prim's life has become a living nightmare-broken physically, mentally, and emotionally. Her tormentors are relentless, pushing her to the edge, but for what purpose? What are they trying to make her remember, and is it even worth the price of her suffering? As her brothers and closest friends risk everything to save her, the stakes couldn't be higher. One wrong move, and not only will they fail, but they'll all face certain death. But who-or what-are they up against? In a world of secrets and lies, Prim must confront the truth about her enemies, herself, and the reason behind this brutal struggle. Will she emerge stronger, or will she be left shattered and alone? Find out in SHATTERED: The Aberrant-a gripping story of resilience, love, and the fight for survival. The hell is currently empty and all the devils are here.

“Don’t you dare come close to me” Hazel screamed almost yelling in the loud bar “How come this husband can’t come close to his own wife? Was it because I let you off the first time” Alex said quite angry as his face was cold as ice “You didn’t let me off! I just wasn’t easy myself!” “I wouldn’t force you to come to me! I can just destroy your family with an order!” Alexander said before turning back to leave untillll…..

Agent Cullen Fletcher lives for his job at the FBI, and he’s more than ready for his next assignment—raiding a cult compound and putting their leader behind bars. But he isn’t prepared for Savannah and her knock you on your ass good looks. At nineteen, she’s too old for foster care and too damaged to live on her own. With nowhere else to go and against his better judgment Cullen takes her in. But helping her out won’t be easy. He comforts her through screaming nightmares and escaping the lingering fears of her past, but that’s the easy part. Her preference to sleep cuddled up next to his warm body, and her desire to please him in every way makes her harder and harder to resist.

It was supposed to be another normal dnd session but in the next moment I felt my whole body pulled into the desktop and into the fantasy world. But not in the city my character was in but an uknown city geared with basic equipment and lost without nowhere to go, A wolf!? I crossed my arm to guard [rolling hit with advantage..{1,1} Fail the wolf missed his bite and stumbled on its feet, feeling threatened by your existence and immaculate way of you dodging it ran away in fear] Reading the floating bar I screamed internally "You have gotten to be kidding me!"

[My WSA 2024 Entry novel! Please vote] Yōta's day went from normal to "What the heck?!" faster than you can say "isekai." One moment, he's an average sixteen-year-old playing video games in his room; the next, he's in the body of a scrawny boy named Sol, right in the middle of a raging war. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm gonna die! AGAIN!!" he screamed. This wasn't anything like those fantasy novels he had read of where the hero gets cheat powers and a cushy life as a noble. Nope, Yōta was stuck in the body of a weakling with zero abilities, no powerful physique, and on a battlefield to boot!

To Mila and her friends, an old abandoned shed in the middle of a forest seems like the perfect place to play Truth or Dare. But their innocent game is being interrupted by a disturbing scream. And Suddenly, Mila's best friend has disappeared. To find her, the friends have to go deeper into the woods, unaware of what is living within. Solving mysteries and puzzles seems to be the only way out but one wrong step and they might fall into the arms of a monster scarier than death itself. Credits for synopsis @Chuck45Single

“Good. Let’s get started,” I felt a surge of fear, but I knew I had no choice. I slowly began to strip off my clothes, my hands shaking. I laid down on the bed, trying to prepare myself for what was to come. The Lycan King undressed himself, eyes never leaving mine. He mounted on top of me, his weight crushing me. He spread my legs apart, and I felt a searing pain as he entered me. I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat. But he didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into me, “Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming. But he didn’t. He kept going harder. ~~~ I always wanted to be with my mate and thought he would help me escape my unhappy life. But my mate rejected me because I’m plus-size. And also, I got sold to him in exchange of my parents debts. I wonder, should I blame the moon goddess for making me plus-size? #Daily Updates- 3-4 chapters daily!#. #Your Power Stones Bestowed Upon The Book Are My Motivations#.

A mercenary, Arthur Lunarcis, had been hired to protect an arrogant loyal, in the forest of Black Thorn. Suddenly....They entered a cave, Arthur felt something pulling him, It was a purple orb, ethereal in all it's glory. Monster's began to attack, protecting the orb, which leaked an aura, H e drew closer... The royal man, and the rest of the guard's screamed not to touch it but he did... Memories of god's, demons, and mythical creature flashed through he's mind and the orb's light wrapped around he's body, he's body absorbed...

William was a very normal person leading normal life but one day it changed and he is betrayed by the women he once loved ,he is stabbed in the back by his lover. His life is taken... He becomes very angry at his ineptness and screams from the depth of his soul... In the darkness he is given opportunity to change his past mistakes to create his own legend but there is price for every power .. will william become the demon and create his legend... let us see and enjoy this journey of William .