Banshee Deaths Novels & Stories

I couldn't imagine what might happen if something went wrong at that event. I never expected this. Arianna had stolen everything from me, and still, it wasn't enough for her. She wouldn't even spare my mentor. I was spinning in circles, frantic, helpless. But there was nothing I could do. After all, I was dead. And in the very way I had always feared most. A double death, with a baby inside me. Only, it didn't happen on the hospital's operating table like I had imagined. No, I died in my lakeside cottage, alongside a little kitten who thought it had finally found a home, a new life.

Nash nodded. After putting away the things they obtained, Fane and the others continued their journey. They soon traveled toward another place where noises could be heard. Not long after Fane and the others left, 20 more disciples of the Bloodshed Clan once again appeared at the scene that they just left. “How could this be? Two people in the third-grade ultimate god-level have died?” A woman in the fifth-grade ultimate god-level had a darkened expression on her face as she looked at the bodies on the ground. She knew one of the men in the third-grade ultimate god-level as they went on a mission together previously. She had never expected him to die in this forest.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

“You were soaked in blood. I couldn’t even look.” “Four times,” Catherine said grimly. “Each of us died on our wedding night. So who exactly is the Godfather looking for?” I picked up the ring and had everyone try it on again. Just like before, I was the only one it fit. Yet, in my last life, I’d worn it too and still died. A tense silence befell us. One by one, we let out helpless sighs. Blair’s voice trembled as tears welled up in her eyes. “If we can’t figure it out by tomorrow… the Godfather won’t kill all of us again, will he?”

Ethan frowned heavily at the sight, but he still performed a routine examination of me and my pup's vitals out of occupational habit. The cloying stench of blood hit Toby with such force that he instinctively recoiled, his hand flying to his nose. The oppressive heat had already begun its grim work, accelerating the decay of our corpses. He stood outside the basement, refusing to take another step inside. "What the heck is Joyce doing? She's stunk up the whole basement!" he complained. Barney lowered his head, not daring to make a sound, and simply glanced at Ethan from time to time. Ethan took off his gloves with a solemn expression on his face. "It's confirmed that Luna Joyce and her pup a

"What was that?" Genevieve asked the father of her child, Celestine. Nathan breathed to answer, "It was a Banshee…" "A Banshee?" Genevieve asked unaware, her facial expressions were confused. "Yes, she was sent to kill me." "But I thought, you can't be killed…" Genevieve mentioned when he stood up on his feet and gave her a blank look. Lord Nathan stepped forward to answer, "That's not true." They walked forward, the blackness all around them when they finally reached a stream, behind the stream was the oak tree, so old and its branches were down to the water.

I ask, still not looking. “Not well,” he says, voice strained. “But, yeah. I do. They were good kids.” Tears prick at my eyes. What sort of monsters would do such a thing? Come in here and murder innocent people? “Brynn,” I gasp. Brynn’s dorm is on this floor. Like almost everyone else, she must have been sleeping when the Silver Hunters attacked. Did she manage to get away? Is she even still alive? “I need to find Brynn,” I gasp.