Banshee Creature Novels & Stories

She explained, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I don’t have any pheromones. No one is going to mistake me for anything, but how can I live amongst strangers? I can’t possibly do that.” I protested. “What better idea do you have Andrea?” She lashed. “You can’t go back to Bloodfang, you can’t stay here otherwise you’ll become food for predators. If you have a better idea I’ll love to hear it.” I didn’t have a better idea…

It tried to swallow him whole, but Asher prevented its mouth from closing with his legs. Impatient, Evelyn sent the twelve beasts that had been circling him. Asher dispatched them through sheer strength. Finn avoided them by swerving and swaying and stumbling. “Alright, Finn, let’s see you fight this.” Evelyn unraveled the bandages around her gigantic, revealing that it was not made of metal but made of gold with spikes instead of a flat blade. It ran down until its hilt. “This is another trump card that I trained with. It was hard to train, but now it's finally obeying my commands."

It growls, dropping to its knees from the pain of the magic but not dying. “Get the scrappers,” I tell my familiars, conjuring another energy ball with one hand and grabbing Evander’s with the other. I jerk him forward, trying to block out the banshee’s screams. Banshees are lower-level but aren’t entirely corporeal. An energy ball won’t kill one, but it will slow her down. We’ll take what we can get. Low-hanging branches scratch my face, and dew from the underbrush soaks my pants. Evander slows, brings his hands to his head, trying to cover his ears.

she heard a girl say, she raised her head to see a blonde-haired girl looking at her with smiles. " Hi Catrina, hi Amodeny” she greets the wolf. “ Who are you?” Catrina ask, she has never seen this person before and to think that she can see Amodeny in his wolf form. (Luna she's Ophelia, a banshee) “ Banshee?” Banshees are supernatural humans who can predict death, their screams are so loud, but it helps them get away from danger, and they can transport at least one person at a time.

“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

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Claire withdrew her hand and took a step forward. “He may not look as good as Mason, but we found useful antibiotics in his blood. The necrosis of Tracy’s cells has been suppressed…” “…He does look ugly.” A chunk of flesh with bulging blood vessels. I could only describe this new creature as an animal. It was nothing like Mason’s perfect and miraculous creation. It looked more like a random mix of different animals stitched together. I felt bored and uninterested. “Claire!” I called out to the woman who was circling around the glass incubator and admiring the new creature.

Wilbur's gaze fell on the scroll. "A gift?" "Yes. This scroll contains the Howl of the Banshee, and its user will be immune to its attack. It's pretty rare," smiled Zenith. Even Wilbur was a little stunned. The Howl of the Banshee was already a high-level skill, and terrifyingly powerful. Even someone of the Sanctuary level, if caught off-guard, might have their soul crushed from its attack. On top of that, the spell scroll was capable of releasing its power in the blink of an eye. That definitely made it good for surprise attacks.

The creature looked identical to a gorilla but with green fur and a menacing horn at the center of its forehead. He glared at the gates of the Banshee tribe and kept an eye on all those who went in and out. He was Monster General Baek, the one who had informed the Monster Tribe of Tsarayu's existence and appearance. "What the he** is transpiring here! Why did the Banshee tribe use their life-saving formation? Do they already know I am hiding here? Wait, even if they did know, they wouldn't waste the formidable barrier on me," Monster General Baek muttered as he gawked at the barrier.