Banshee Cries Novels & Stories

“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,

It was affecting her too. She wanted to stop Allison but words didn't come out of her mouth. She never witnessed this energy before, not even from Akira. They said the banshee power is no joke. And she saw it today. But she managed to stand it up to the extent of being a powerful witch herself. Allison kept crying while screaming in rage, pain, regret and others emotions which were suppressed in her for long. Her own nose dribbled blood as she screamed until two pairs of strong arms hugged her from behind.

She said again as the tears rolled down her eyes, but all Marissa could do was look helplessly. The pain she felt was clouding every other thing around her but she was grateful that at least one person didn’t turn their pack on her because of something she couldn’t control. A sudden gasp left Claire lips and Marissa was alerted her first thought being that Claire may have seen the creature in black, but it was something else. “Your eyes Marissa” Claire whispers in astonishment, walking closer to see them better but Marissa had no idea what she was talking about. I mean, there’s no mirror.

she cried, curling herself in a corner, in a failed attempt to block the belt from hitting her face. Charles has gone blind with rage, his ears are blocked from the sound of his own curses, he can't hear her cries and he can't see her tears or maybe he just refuses to listen, maybe he just refuses to see her screams fill the silent house with terrifying echoes. The house sobs, and wails along with her, maybe seeing her get hurt, hurt the house, maybe it was just mocking once again reminding her she is nothing but a prisoner to be trapped and tortured in this luxurious house of echoes and screams

But our peace was short-lived as Brian’s agonized groan broke through the calm. Evelyn walked over to Brian, her face filled with concern. She placed her hand over his wound and began chanting softly, her powers flowing into him like a river. Brian’s gasp of pain slowly turned into a relieved sigh as the silver bane’s effects faded, the wound closing under Evelyn’s touch.

Dan was still bored, and Mane still had that mocking smile on his face. “Is that all?” Mane looked visibly disappointed and the Banshees finally looked panicked, much to Dan’s amusement. Banshees were physically weaker than other high classes. Their trump card was their powerful screeches that could disturb the souls of even some High Classes. But as long as that was ineffective, they were basically lambs to the slaughter. As Mane was about to make a move, he saw the largest male Banshee turn back and scream.

I didn't notice that my hair was flaming red. I was startled because of the sudden cry of a bird, it sounds like a cry of getting hurt. I felt weak and had goosebumps because it won't stop, and my body is getting hot. I could feel my breathing getting heavy. "Kill them..." I heard a voice, not from Grandpapa, not from Zale, but this voice is full of hatred. And I feel like I'm going to puke because of this. "Kill those who dared to hurt the heir of the wind my child." And thus, my mind went blank and went to deep sleep.

“The sun?” “Do you not know the legends?” Xander explained. “The Caladrius heals people by taking their pain and sickness and releasing it to the sun. In exchange for healing others, they turn blind and can only see by taking in more pain.” He looked at Benette and smiled once more. “How about you?” he asked, “What does healing others take from you?” “Does it matter?” Benette gave him a sorrowful smile. “As long as I am of use, then I am satisfied.”