Banshee 1993 Novels & Stories

She had propped me on the highest floor with a handful of guards I didn't need. I merely walked past their wide eyes, aware that I was naked as hell. A vein popped in my neck at the memory of what happened at the lake. Who was that doxy? White hair that shimmered like silver in the moonlight. Those blue sultry eyes. They looked icy, like daggers ready to pierce through my soul. I had seen her when she arrived with the Snowcap Alpha. A mere pup. I wondered how he had managed to rule and protect his pack.

"This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!" She's still grinning, too delighted to care. "What? I got it on my way here. It's not my fault I have to work night shifts." I roll my eyes. "Norah!" someone calls out. "Oh, shit. Can you hold on to this for me for a while?" She shoves the item into my hands before I can refuse and I stare at her retreating figure in disbelief. Norah is the strangest person I've met. And if she wasn't my best friend, I would have sworn she was a witch because of all the weird stuff she's into. But she's such a sweet, innocent person, I don't know what I'd do without her.

She commanded. No one moved. Her eyes glazed around and then she spoke. “Denise, come forward.” The blood walked forward, dipped her hand into the box and pulled out a paper. I waited, watching her unwrap it and she smiled. “It's not me.” “Amber,” the priestess called. The red Head climbed the stairs and picked a paper. She was shaking as she opened the paper and then spoke with a relaxed happy voice. “Not me, either.” Then the next one climbed and another until…

“I have called and he will come. I am the Banshee and he my one. he will come to save me from the evil ones, I have called and he will come.” “the hound of hell is the only way. He will come, burn, destroy and defeat, I’m his Banshee who he will soon meet. When he comes they better run, Because I have called and he will come. our souls intertwined as we become one. Together The queen will rise and with her, her king,

Almost like I didn't deserve it so I decided to talk a walk around the environment to see if anything had changed. I thought about the promise I made the night they cuffed me. No more blood or killing no matter what. Now that I was back, I was determined to abide by it. I wanted peace but I just didn’t know if peace wanted me back. And in a matter of minutes, I was almost convinced it didn't. Engines roared down the road loud and fast and my gut tightened. Before I could get a hang over whatever was happening, the Steel Reapers, our rival patch streamed in in a row of straight blinding lights.

They’re a few miles away, chasing the banshee around like it’s a fun game of tag. “Hold strong, ladies,” Tabatha says as we move close together. The banshee’s scream rattles the walls of my house, and Kristy takes my hand. The banshee looks like a beautiful woman in a flowing white dress from far away. They prefer to stay away, holding up their ruse. My familiars flush her out, and she runs at us, mouth wide open as she screams. Her skin is translucent, stretched paper thin over her bones. The flowing white dress is nothing but rags, and her long hair is thin and wispy.

Willow, who was standing right in front of the magical door of the invisible banshee land, took a deep breath before entering. "Bring our Ladyship back…" uttered Crawford. Willow was holding a square-shaped mirror as a size of a gift box, she stepped inside the banshee land. The moment she stepped in, she laid her eyes on Genevieve who was entrapped between the circle of the banshees. Willow winked in her direction as if giving her a sign. Genevieve raised her hand in the air, asking all the banshee women to stop dancing. The tornado was still swivelling in the dark sky.

DECLAN'S POV "Yes, I just need a few ingredients, maybe we can get one of them right now," Isis answers. "I think Cedella can help us out with a tooth or two from a banshee," Isis finished. "A banshee?" Zander asked. "Those spirits are rare." "I know," Isis added. "But Cedella here is a banshee." Zander's head snapped to look at her.