Banshee Cries Novels & Stories

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.

I close my eyes for a brief moment. Four thousand full moons. That is how long it has been since the last Death Mother walked this land. Long enough for the world to forget. But not the witches. The Banshee is no mere human. She is a force of nature, a harbinger of doom and rebirth. A spirit and power bound in flesh, carrying the screams of death and the power to foretell death. A seer of soul and fate. If this girl - this Alessia- truly possesses that power, then everything has changed.

Somewhere a giant Redwood crashed to a forest floor then she’d snapped back to reality, her trance over. Her throat had felt dry, and her breathing was shallow and quick. She’d been covered in a cold sweat and had run to the kitchen and downed an entire bottle of water at once, then leaned over the kitchen counter and sobbed. She knew what she was, a Banshee: a harbinger of death, and she’d just seen her lover die, and it had been at the hands of his most trusted member of the pack and its leading elders. Granted, it was a mere vision, a foreboding of what could happen, but that didn’t stop her from being this shaken – she’d swallowed hard and tried to catch her breath – because if she’d see

"Each world has its own different story about this kind of creature. In general, they are women who, when crying, transmit all kinds of bad agours with their tears. There are very old reports that could predict death, and others that say that they are the cause of the deaths they predict. However, a Banshee means a woman who can use her body as a weapon. Every part of it, from the nails to the tip of the tongue. The cry of a Banshee can break skulls and destroy mountains, as well as being a warning to those who esteem it, making it easier for them to find its location if it is in danger.” "It was my scream that scared the sea monster of Hyenna "I spoke softly. However, from the corner of my

The proximity of the Banshee’s burning amber gaze, paralyzed the girl on the spot. “Are you hurt?” she said in a surprisingly tranquil voice. Startled at first by the Banshee’s dulcet tone, there was a long pause before the other woman answered. “N-no, I don’t feel any pain anywhere.” Taking a deep breath, her pale lips curved into a patient smile, “Perhaps, if you wouldn’t mind then-” she replied, directing her gaze downward.

They’re a few miles away, chasing the banshee around like it’s a fun game of tag. “Hold strong, ladies,” Tabatha says as we move close together. The banshee’s scream rattles the walls of my house, and Kristy takes my hand. The banshee looks like a beautiful woman in a flowing white dress from far away. They prefer to stay away, holding up their ruse. My familiars flush her out, and she runs at us, mouth wide open as she screams. Her skin is translucent, stretched paper thin over her bones. The flowing white dress is nothing but rags, and her long hair is thin and wispy.

The next moment, Caspian came to the enchanting banshee. The banshee felt that danger was coming. Her muscles and bones tensed up at this moment, as firm as steel. But Caspian's fingers gathered together and turned into a hand knife, sweeping away. Suddenly, there was a kind of sharpness to separate Yin and Yang and tear apart the universe. By the time the banshee reacted, she had been split in half by Caspian. Then, with a flash of white light, the banshee disappeared in the rain. To be exact, she disappeared into the white belly of a white pig like the two shapeshifting demons.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

I saw how his laugh instantly faded as his eyes blared red. I sat and wiped my blood from the side of my mouth. "If your father is alive, he must be so ashamed right now. You're such a disgrace." Even before I could sink in everything that happened to me, I was hit by a baseball bat. There was a deafening ring that surrounded me. It was so loud that it knocked me down, unconscious. Gabbie's POV I am getting more and more discomposed by this endless wait. It has been five hours and still no news from Clyde. I tried to knock on the door but there is no one answering my pleads. They won't set me free unless Clyde comes back and this is driving me insane!

She drew a deep, rattling breath and closed her eyes. Instantly, the air in the Grand Hall grew completely still. The roaring fire in the hearth shrank down to tiny, silent blue embers. Maeve’s hands began to glow, not with a bright light, but with a heavy, distorting shadow that looked like liquid midnight dripping from her fingertips. She pressed her palms flat onto the scrying pool, directly over Malakai’s screaming figure.