Scream Symbiote

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.

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'!))

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!

"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!

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 !!

From the apocalyptic scene of elves attacking the city to the symbiotic harmony between humans and elves, a legendary story that combines travelling and fantasy.

"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.

The world ended with fire. It wasn’t war. It wasn’t disease. It was something else. When the meteor storm fell, it carried more than destruction—it carried evolution. The alien microbes that embedded themselves into Earth didn’t just raise the dead… they changed everything. Survivors became something more. ✔ Stronger. ✔ Faster. ✔ Primal. The dead did, too. ✔ Smarter. ✔ Adaptive. ✔ Hungry for something more than flesh. --- Brian Wallace never wanted to be a hero. Before the world burned, he abandoned it—choosing solitude in the mountains over a society he no longer trusted. He built a home. He survived. But survival isn’t enough anymore. The symbiote inside him has reshaped his body—turning him into something beyond human. His ribcage expands like a bellows. His breath ignites with a force hotter than steel. He is no longer just a man. He is a hunter. And now, he has a war to fight. Because Cain—the self-proclaimed king of the new world—is building an empire of blood and submission. He is a predator with a mind as sharp as his powers, gathering armies, bending the weak to his will. And worse—he isn’t the greatest threat anymore. The dead are changing. The Hollow Ones are rising. And if Brian doesn’t stop them, there won’t be a world left to fight for. --- A brutal, evolutionary horror-thriller where survival means becoming something monstrous. ✔ Primal instincts clash with human morality. ✔ The war for dominance is no longer just among the living. ✔ The dead are watching. Learning. Adapting. And they are not done evolving. --- Perfect for fans of horror, sci-fi, and brutal survival thrillers, Silent Falls drags you into a world where the lines between predator and prey are disappearing—where the strongest won’t just survive… they will change.

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.

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*

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...

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...

Title: **Darkness: road to divine** As a Dark Warrior, I have traversed the ravaged expanse of a world in turmoil, guided by the whispers of the wind and the thrum of the obsidian dagger. My journey is a testament to the existential struggle between the dichotomous forces of power and control, as I navigate the labyrinthine complexities of allegiance and deception. This treatise delves into the fantastical realm of shadow magic, exploring the symbiotic relationship between the artifact and its wielder. Through a narrative of self-discovery and ancient lore, I unravel the mysteries of the god-beast's essence and the residual magic that permeates the shattered landscape. Theoretical frameworks of artifact manipulation, forgotten magic, and the consequences of wielding unbridled power are juxtaposed with the pragmatism of survival in a world torn asunder. The intersections of fate and free will are examined, as I confront the nuances of trust and suspicion in the face of an enigmatic ally, Lyra. This abstract serves as a portal to a realm of uncharted possibilities, where the boundaries of destiny are pushed and the fabric of reality is reshaped. As the Dark Warrior 'solace', I invite you to embark on a perilous odyssey, where the shadows themselves become a canvas for the unfolding drama of power, choice, and the unwritten future. **Keywords:** Dark Warrior, Shadow Magic, Artifact, Power Dynamics, Destiny, Allegiance, Deception, Ancient Lore, Forgotten Magic.

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.

"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.

A tragic accident traps Jae’s soul inside Luna’s dreams, leaving her tormented by forgotten memories. Their connection, now existing only in the realm of dreams. Will she choose to face the past or let go of the love that lingers in her dreams? "Who are you?!" she screamed, her voice shaky with fear and frustration. "What have you done to me? How dare you change my clothes? How dare you to touch me?"

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?"*

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.

[Warning: Mature content for adult audiences only (above age 18)] To be a superhero, you don't need misfortune, forced experiment, second chance after death or death of your loved ones. All you need is to listen to your heart. Eron Moon was one such super who became a superhero with his superpower "fantasy" and mechanical skills, only to build his harem full of superbabes. But, will he be only a selfish playboy? Or the best superhero ever? Peek in his adult tale in a world of supers. [Please read the complete synopsis so you can find reasons to read this book.] ... [Special note: There will be mmf and ffm type mature content too. Search it if you don't know. Then decide to read this book.] Other Tags: Harem, polyamory, superpowers, MILF, adult dialogues, R18, symbiotes, vampires, wolves, witches, magic, cultivation, consensual, metaphysics, action, demons, elves, dwarves, monsters, mutants, etc. The cover is devoted to MC's super mom. A/N: All characters above age 18. No manipulation, mind control, or forced sexual activity.

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

EPISODES PUBLISHED SCHEDULE: (I don't have specific day now) Time :9:30 Pm /10:00PM =============================== Synopsis: In a world where parasitic lifeforms infiltrate human society, a young woman named Seo Ji-Hyun becomes an unwilling host to a mysterious red-eyed parasite. Unlike the other parasites, which seek to take over their host's body and mind, "Red" forms an unusual symbiotic relationship with Ji-Hyun, preserving her consciousness while enhancing her physical abilities. As the government and secret organizations hunt down infected individuals, Ji-Hyun is caught between her survival instincts and the moral dilemmas of harboring a parasite. But Red isn’t just any parasite—its origins trace back to a long-forgotten experiment, and its connection to Ji-Hyun runs deeper than she realizes. As brutal killings increase and more hosts lose their humanity, Ji-Hyun and Red must navigate a treacherous world where trust is fleeting, the enemy is unseen, and survival comes at a deadly cost. But when Ji-Hyun starts seeing hallucinations of a past she doesn't remember, she begins to question—Is she still human, or was she never one to begin with?

Favour Smith and Victor Jackson was once a young couple in love but due to a misunderstanding they broke up but now they met each other after 5 years We they settle the misunderstanding? or continue being friends? _______________ Sneak Peak "Favour, please kiss me"Victor said coming close to Favour Favour heart was beating fast, as she walking back she slip accidentally and mistakenly hit Victor Only place to make offspring "Oh,morherfucker, what the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!????"Victor scream in pain Author Words This is my first time writing a Novel online and I am nervous please direct and help me if I make any mistake I hope you guys love it ❤️❤️❤️ from Nana

He died right before Haruo's eye's, only leaving him with the words, "Yoshio, find him. Find Yoshio-" His hand became limp, his eyes glossy and the color from his face drained. Haruo couldn’t stop screaming at his Father, begging him to come back. He cursed at him, begged him, insulted him, and called him a coward who died of poison, but that couldn’t reverse his death. And he knew that.