Banshee Harry Potter 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.

A loud shrieking sound came from the beast. If he wasn't angry before, he sure was now! Think Hazel, THINK! But what the fuck could I do? I was just a girl, a stupid girl waving a stick at a nightmarish beast. What could a stick do? Suddenly an idea popped into my mind. I lifted the stick higher and made sure it was directly pointed at the beast. "EXPELLIARMUS!" I shouted. But nothing happened. FUCK! This spell always worked for Harry Potter - most of the times.

Another said, and they chuckled irritatingly. Serena and I went up the stairs stealthily, and were surprised when we came to a kind of library, with lots of potions, on different shelves. “Lucas.” Serena called my name, moving to one immediately. I followed her, and saw a potion as clear as water. “As visible as air.” I read, and looked at Serena. It was an invisibility potion.“It wasn't a dream. I had really seen a scary creature over me. Thinking back on it, it was a hag. The old baggage used the potion, so we wouldn't see her.” She spat venomously, and we took the potion.

Father asked, obviously ignoring their own side of the story as he cocked his brows at the oldest witch known as Bastiana Lopez. "It doesn't change the fact that she was almost killed. I leapt to save her life," A werewolf known as Harry chipped in, then slammed his fists on the table and wore a deep frown. "Oh! Loverboy to the rescue. The mighty power of a sugary healthy pussy," Suzy whispered in my ears and chuckled. "What does pussy have to do with what is going on?" I rolled my eyes and exhaled heavily. "So much, sugar plum, so much that you can't even imagine." She then licked her lollipop and shot a wink at a hot werewolf guy.

The puppy-eyed man immediately took the book from Tanner's grasp. The cover of the book was a little worn but clean without any dust, on it said 'Magic Spells'. "Looks like we have to collect all the new books to find a way to the hidden world," "Hey, are you waiting for us?" asked Nelson - the man with dark blue hair. "Yes." replied Aza honestly.

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.

It was because he didn’t pose a danger to me. He lifted his head slowly, breathing so hard that his giant body shook. When his eyes opened, they were no longer silver. They burned with the fire of a king—an immortal. Maybe an unstoppable monarch of the supernatural world. He reached for me. Not gently but possessively, as if touching what he had been hunting for centuries. “My name…” He inhaled sharply, as if speaking cost him control. “It’s Magnon!” Magnon! I fell to my knees with bewilderment. I saw darkness for a moment as a wave of doom swept across me.

Not anything she recognized. She gripped the dagger tighter, her breath fogging the cold glass. The shape in the trees paused, as if sensing her gaze. Then, very slowly, it stepped forward into the light. It was humanoid, but wrong—its limbs too long, its eyes a hollow, glimmering white. A shiver skated down her spine. She’d never seen anything like it, and yet some primal part of her recognized it for what it was: a predator. Kieran didn’t move, didn’t speak. But the thing in the trees tilted its head at him, almost curious. Then it smiled—too many teeth—and slipped back into the darkness without a sound.

He remembered the way the black wolf’s eyes had looked,those blue, intelligent eyes. Anna hadn't been saved by a wolf. Anna was the wolf. And the witch. "She’s a hybrid," Killian whispered, a dark, terrifying wonder filling his voice. He didn't know the name McKinnley yet. He didn't know the word Devonshire applied to her. But he knew she was the most dangerous, beautiful, and forbidden thing he had ever encountered.

Nueva and Evie said in unison. "A Banshee can premonish death by hearing voices in their minds", Mira explained. Shivers ran down Nueva's back, and she exhaled a low sigh. She was secretly glad to have become a werewolf and not a Banshee. "She taught me something else I would like to try with you guys tonight" Mira's voice sounded excited. "As long as it's not an Ouija board" Evie shrugged her shoulders nervously. "No, nothing like that." Mira chuckled, making her curly fiery red hair bop. "So, what she said was, you put a glass of water in a window at night in the light of the moonshine."