Banshee Chapter Novels & Stories

"I tried my best to take her away from you. Because You will only hurt each other. But none of you listen... and that is the good thing, and this is the bad thing... Peach's death." Mourge extended her hands with a book. "This is Peach's magical notebook. You know this notebook because you have it once." With a shaky hand, Sevastian grab the notebook and Mourge stand up. "Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..."

I tiptoed around, hoping to surprise him, but he really wasn't around. I sat on the living room couch, noticing that he had left some papers behind. I picked up one of the many that were there, with a slightly curious name, “Banshee.” I observed the drawing on the page: a woman in a long dress appeared to be crying. I glanced at the transcription next to the drawing. “Banshee or Ben sidhe, the one who can see death, becomes her friend. Her scream can be heard for miles, and it's so powerful that it can easily shatter a skull. Due to her dark powers, the banshee can be easily hated by other creatures.”

The following day, Alpha Leo mapped out a plan with which to lure the Banshee towards us. I was to stand in the open and practice my powers, thereby drawing the attention of the Banshee towards me. Once she comes running to me, Alpha Leo and the warriors will mount at her, and slash her open with their fangs after which I would then drink from her blood. Everything needed was set in motion, and now, the Banshee has come for me. "You think I won't be able to harm you if you practice in the open? Isn't that why you're here?" The Banshee asked, unaware of the disaster that awaits her.

Her cheeks flushed, but it seemed to have more to do with anger than anything else. My first banshee. It was pretty exciting. Banshees were Irish fairies, female harbingers of death. It was said that if you heard a banshee scream, then either you or one of the family members is already dead. I also heard that, like some other fairies, they can look into a person's heart and read their soul. Creepy, but so cool. “Damn it, Maggie. What are you doing here?" Dave's shoulders slumped. He knew what was about to happen and couldn't stop it. "Ah, there you are, you rogue bastard!"

“My mate will come, he will save me. He is my hope he is my saviour. I need him to survive. I have called and he will come, he will come to save me” “Save you from what Baylee?” “The world, the world will want me, they will come, he will save me from them all. I have called and he will come” “Who is the world, I don’t understand Baylee” She stops painting and looks straight at the camera. Her eyes were bright purple, glowing, her hair looked silver as her aura radiated around her body. “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,

The actual pack that orchestrated the power takeover and are now currently ruling the entire Pacific Northwestern dynasty of werewolves containing hundreds of clans and hundreds and hundreds of packs. But what I know about the Bloodstone Clan and the reason for their banishment was that they were betraying us to the humans in some way. I am unclear how or why or if there was actual proof, but their banishment seemed reasonable. They had been putting the lives and continued secrecy of the werewolves dynasty on this side of the Pacific northwest in jeopardy. "Nina, what were you doing at Headmaster Blackwood's office?" Maria chips in, quietly from her bed, asking the important question. Maria

He asked. "Hard to answer. For instance, it wouldn't be hard to hold a nymph hostage and demand that she share her gifts. Cecilia's gifts wouldn't be worth much, because banshees only appear before someone dies, generally." "Wait." Mike grabbed Naia's hand. "What do you mean banshees only appear before someone dies?"

Like a precious lost treasure, she held the book in her hands with the inscription "The Book of the Banshees" etched like gold on the cover. Evelyn's eyes were trained on the book, lost in the sight of it like an invisible specter tethering her thoughts and focus to one single point.

Black markings appeared over her hands as if someone had a dark marker pen and had scribbled illegible writing over her moments before. She heard the voice in her head. The scream that sounded. So full of rage and despair. She erupted. She found herself directly opposite the banshee. Memories flashed of her parents and sister. All gone. All a lie. Her life was not real. Who or what even was she? She was so close that she could smell the moss on the banshee's skin. A mist had descended over her, her eyes noticed it then. The trickle of blood that spouted from the banshee's mouth. A gurgling sound bubbled from her lips. The pool of blood became heavier. Finally registering, Summer looked down

“I’m a Banshee and I have been a Banshee since birth because I inherited that from my paternal grandmother. Keeping my identity a secret is not a big deal, however, my parents already know of it and have been helping me outlive my fears of hurting people. Since we moved into New Orleans, we realize I can’t hide it for long because of the supernatural happenings around us. Dead bodies are being found almost every day and I can’t ignore it but use my abilities to keep my family safe.” Banshees do have supernatural abilities; however, they are not supernatural beings like werewolves and witches. In other words, they can’t be controlled by the supernatural and they do not have immortality like t