Banshee Creature Novels & Stories

We both slowly got out of the vehicle and looked around. "What does a Banshee look like," he asked me and I shrugged and suggested hideous. He laughed and nodded towards the right. I looked up and shivered at the naked ugly creature coming towards us. It's long lanky arms dragged on the ground and it's long fingers ended in sharp black talons. Long greasy looking hair covered most of its face and only one red colored eye was directed at the both of us as it approached.

The hand suddenly dropped her ankle. "What the fuck?" Sean studied her in shock. When she rolled to her back and they locked eyes, his mouth dropped open. Her eyes were glowing gold, and her body was contorting in front of him. He finally realized what he was looking at. She was a shifter but, obviously, had never been taught how to shift. The change was progressing in slow, agonizing motion.

What I've avoided for years has come rushing to my feet. Damien eyes changed, I was a bit surprised when he eyes turned yellow, I knew them to be green whenever he changed. Listening to him scream, his voice was so loud that it shook the whole earth, I knew at this point that Damien was a descendant of Alpha Jack Hale, the god of banshees. Banshee is a tribe known for massive destruction with their voices, their werewolves but of an exotic species and very rare to find. They're very few now, knowing the results of what they can do it the adverse effects their voice could bring on the land.

Nothing I have consumed or slept with has got me anywhere near the relief that came with even skin co tact or a drop of blood from her. I lay back onto the chairs lounge that came with the house and I examine my ribs. They are healing, but tender. What the Hell is she? She had found a banhee. I hadn't seen a banshee in decades, let alone its male counterpart. Most are not social and are unstable, choosing to isolate so they can have a break from the endless premonition of impending doom. Yet this one gravitates to her, leaning her her like a crutch or a mother figure.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

They gave birth to powerful witches who in turn created powerful covens. By the turn of the new millennium, other creatures had appeared. Created by other forces. Werewolves hunted alongside vampires in the night. The Fae, the most mysterious of all creatures resided in the dense forests within their fairy rings or in the still waters of the lakes and ponds in the forms of water nymphs. Gnomes and leprechauns set up home in the hills and wetlands. Other creatures which once roamed the world a plenty were becoming extinct. Creatures such as dragons and unicorns each were hunted to extinction for the magical healing qualities.

Banshee muttered, "is that they are too race-centric. Lacroix seems to employ humans, but he doesn't utilize them. And the lack of weres or other major magical creatures is a weakness." "So you've mentioned," Shamira replied flatly. "Doesn't explain how we're getting around these ones. These guys are all human, right? So we can't hurt them?" Banshee shook her head. "No, we can hurt them. We just can't be noisy about this, and we should at least try and avoid casualties. Human guards are not great threats to Shane, but murder investigations could be." She put the binoculars down. "So, you and Clara are getting serious, correct?"

one of the elders confessed. “Oh, my goodness. That's a banshee's voice,” Jada announced, and everyone was lost by what he meant. “What's that?” the little girl quickly asked before anyone could. “A banshee is a female spirit who heralds the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking, and keening. She might be foretelling the death of the queen, which means we need to be fast with things,” he explained and fear gripped everyone in the chamber, including Julian who was standing outside.

Tears and sweat slowly trickle down her face as she slowly wallows in the desperate calls and wails of those unseen creatures lingering in her mind. "Morrigan..." A very familiar soothing voice called her. A voice that she knew would bring solace. Amidst the tall walls of flames, Morrigan tried to find the source of the voice but beyond the flames are nothing but endless darkness. Morrigan slowly pulls herself together and tried to stand from the ground in an attempt to continue to look for the owner of the voice. She wanted to call out for her mother who continues to call her, ask where she was and her father, and sister. But still, she couldn't find the voice that seemed to escape her. "Mo

They are said to bring bad luck because of their fears of magical beast. *Dwarves A race that consist of humanoid creature with short legs and arms with muscular bodies. They have large mouths and two fangs protruding upwards from their bottom lips. They are blacksmiths and they produce beast weapons. *Pixies Creatures with a small body like a little child, long necks and big black beast eyes. They have blue skins and are known to play tricks on humans leading them to their deaths. *Banshee A humanoid creature that have the look of a woman. With white skin and long black hair. They are known to see the future and screams when there is danger.