Banshee Chapter Novels & Stories

My eyes scanned the first page quickly. “A Male wolf and a hunter that recently returned from border patrol near the eastern forest. Symptoms began forty-eight hours after return.” My heartbeat slowed slightly. Eastern forest? I flipped to the next page quickly. Then froze completely. There was a strange symbol sketched at the bottom corner of the report. A crescent shape crossed by claw marks. My blood ran ice cold. “No way…”

“That’s worth something. Give us temporary shelter in the gap until we can establish new bases in reality.” The three thousand dead are protesting, Anna is arguing against it, my god-children are saying it’s a trap. But the Shepherd is right that they saved my family when I couldn’t. “Temporary sanctuary,” I finally agree. “But you’re confined to one section of the gap, under constant supervision, and the moment you try to corrupt another soul I expel you to the Collectors myself.” “Agreed,” the Shepherd says. And I realize I’ve just allowed my enemies to shelter in the realm I’m supposed to guard.

I don't want my family and I getting caught up in this rivalry between packs and rogues. I can understand why Brandon chose to help these people, but this has nothing to do with us and I hate that Brandon has gotten involved. I'm sure these people knew the risk that comes with rogues gathering around packs. I'm sure they knew that packs would feel threatened by the gathering of rogues. Brandon tells me not to worry, but how can I not worry when I know what packs do to places like this. As I continue to walk heading back to the cabin, I look over, seeing the female that I had the alteration with I a few days ago coming out a cabin with a male and her pup.

Hot blood trickled down my chest. Still, I knew better than to keep an enraged Alpha waiting. I whispered my final, desperate plea. “May the Moon Goddess strike me dead if the accusation is true.” But when he looked at me again—his wolf gone, only human disgust remaining—my bones shook. His expression was colder than I had ever seen. Disgusted by my existence. My plea irritated him. The council suddenly rose in one accord, as if summoned through magic. The crowd parted, forming a path as if paving way for a divinity.

“They walk in shadow, cloaked not in fur but in malice woven. Their eyes are voids, deeper than tombs, and their breath withers hope. They need no pack, yet oft they come as one—five, ten, more—like the black wind before the storm.” “Beware, oh kin of claw and fang. When the woods fall still and the birds forget their songs; when the moon hides her face and the beasts of field flee in silence—then they are near. Bolt thy den and speak not their name, for to name them aloud is to draw their gaze.” “Let this be writ in claw and ash: the houndras cometh not for meat nor mirth, but for the ending of all things forgotten.” “That's it?” Rune asked, frustrated as he flipped through the pages hoping

The monster who ruined her life. She hated that. She hated him. And now she had to live with this—this bond, this truth she couldn’t unhear. She gripped the window frame, staring out at the woods far below. How they moved slowly and gently to the rhythm of the wind. So peaceful like her world hadn’t just shattered. She almost envied them. **************************** The training hall buzzed with energy. Wolves were everywhere, clashing in pairs, sparring with wooden weapons, laughing between strikes. But beneath it all, there was a heavy tension of unspoken words.

If only she knew how little attention I paid in school. “Now’s not the best time for a lesson. Does it want to kill me or not? Because it looks like it wants to kill me.” “It predicts death.” “It’s looking right at me!” I whisper-shouted as a chill ran down the length of my spine. The banshee opened its mouth and a sound I’d never heard in my life–and never wanted to again–exploded from her. The wailing shriek was ear-piercing, sorrowful, and full of so much pain and anguish I could feel it rattle through my own body.

She could see that he was distracted looking at an empty spot. "Banshee tribe is a special tribe just like the Elphia tribe. You already know the special features of the Elphia tribe and the banshee tribe is unique on its own as well. They all have white hair and look to be around 10-18 years old, but their actual age is totally different. You can meet some 80-year-old girl who'll look just like a 10-year-old. So they can't be judged from their looks." Xun explained to Tsarayu as she appeared near him. "Interesting. Thanks for the info." Tsarayu mumbled as he looked back towards the gate.

Dawn came without mercy. The horn blasted through the lower barracks while the sky was still the color of old bruises. Phyna’s eyes opened before the second blast finished. Around her, bodies groaned and cursed and rolled out of thin bunks. She was already on her feet, boots laced, the short blade checked and hidden again. The cut above her eyebrow had crusted overnight. It pulled when she frowned. She ignored it.

Peter said. "Ones more thing Alpha, on the 7th moon she must return. Claim the chain and all who's held it, the gears do churn"! Was the last thing I thought he was going to say never looking away from us or blinking. "I will get her things and take her Alpha"! I told him. I've never met this banshee, but I've met enough to know they don't lie. They see the future and visions on what will come to pass then deliver the message of death. I went to turn around to head out and do what the Banshee Peter said when I heard his last words that had me frozen on the spot. Shaking with fear but not for myself.