Banshee Cries Novels & Stories

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.

Maddie had regained consciousness (or whatever our kind has that replicates consciousness) and was now using her endless lung capacity to create a din so powerful, so hopeless, that I was reminded of my family stories of the Banshee that supposedly heralded death. Maddie's head wound had already begun to heal, but blood was still dripping down her face in little rivers, and it took me a moment to realize that much of it was coming from her eyes. She was crying for me, for the others, for everything that had happened on this day that was supposed to be a special, wonderful rite of passage. This awful weepy scream saved me. * * * The Hunter Remembers

Banshee watched everything quietly…she watched how her daughter cried and shouted in pain but she didn't do anything…rather she was enjoying the show. After an hour of torture Banshee has enough of it. "Now that would teach you never to disobey me or try to fool me again…I thought of coming to your school and dragging you by the hair and bringing you here to give you a good beating but I reckoned that this is a better punishment. Banshee made all the scorpions and ants and the snake disappear. Alyssa threw herself on the bed, she was very weak and she lost consciousness almost immediately. Any normal human being must have been dead.

The banshee didn't flinch, so Bella got on top of me, but I lifted my wounds and the creature stopped abruptly. She moved away, and when she opened her mouth, Aisha fired a barrage of alloy bullets at her to stop her from singing. A banshee's song could be not only dangerous but also lethal. “I have to get closer; I have to finish proving my point,” I said with conviction. “This isn't good, Selene. We need to leave now. This is bad. This—” Bella fell silent as the banshee advanced, so I raised my arm again and finally touched the creature. The banshee fell to the ground, then began to shake and vomit thick, disgusting black blood.

Ripples ran through the room—shifts in posture, sharp breaths, quick flickers of exchanged glances. One of the older captains, Brann, cleared his throat. “It wasn’t just the bond flaring, my lord. She carried it. The sword, the storm… it answered her.” His jaw tightened. “Half the pack saw. They’re already whispering.” “Whispering?” The Alpha’s voice was quiet, but it cut sharper than a blade. Brann swallowed. “Some call it a blessing. That the Moon herself chose her hand. Others…” His gaze slid to the table. “Others fear it. They say her bond is too wild. That it’ll tear us apart.”

The sun has set, and the stars twinkle above, accompanied by a gentle crescent moon casting its soft light upon the ground. With a weary soul, Nora finds herself lost in thought, tears streaming down her face. She has been crying heavily, releasing the pain she carries within. Emily, her caring friend, visits her room several times, offering food and support, but Nora politely declines. The appetite has eluded her in this moment of melancholy. Finding herself alone in the kitchen, Nora takes a moment to gather her emotions. In the quiet solitude, she takes a deep breath, seeking a moment of respite. With the knife in her hand, she cuts her wrist.

“Try not to faint. It would be terribly inconvenient.” The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone in the heavy silence. I stood there for a long moment, staring at the murky water in the basin. My vision blurred again, this time not just from exhaustion. The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over, mixing with the sweat and grime on my face. I had thought the rejection and banishment were the worst things that could happen. But this… this was something else. They weren’t just throwing me out. They were going to bleed me dry first.

My land. “No!” I wept. “Please…” He turned away, meaning his order was final. A pain tore through my stomach again. It was more severe this time, and I groaned. Then suddenly, something wet trickled down my legs. I looked. Blood. “No.” I cried out, my own cry echoing back to my ears. Not my pup. Not my baby. Not the only thing I had left. I could not lose that.

“This belongs to Thomas's mother. Your grandmother. She was a banshee along with some other things. You are a were- banshee.” “Am I supposed to know what a banshee is? “I would be impressed if you did”, my dad snickered. My mom shot him a look while he shrugged. “A banshee is also known as the wailing woman. A harbinger of death. A banshee is one that has the ability to predict death along with some other special gifts like visions. Banshees are known for their cry or like what happened at school when your scream shattered all the glass in the classroom.”