Banshee Horror Novels & Stories

Her long, dark hair was billowing in the breeze behind her. It was hard to tell if she was young or old. She looked like both at the same time. It was her eyes that made my body lock up and gave me the feeling of ice water running through my veins. They were haunting, hollowed… fucking terrifying, if I’m being honest. “It’s a banshee,” whispered Alina. “What’s that?” “Didn’t you learn about them at school? Supernatural studies?” If only she knew how little attention I paid in school.

one of the elders confessed. “Oh, my goodness. That's a banshee's voice,” Jada announced, and everyone was lost by what he meant. “What's that?” the little girl quickly asked before anyone could. “A banshee is a female spirit who heralds the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking, and keening. She might be foretelling the death of the queen, which means we need to be fast with things,” he explained and fear gripped everyone in the chamber, including Julian who was standing outside.

Damien told me that we had to wait until Samhain6, or Halloween, to teleport us to Hell, because that’s supposedly when the veil between the living world and the dead is its thinnest, and it would be the easiest day for me to attempt teleporting between realms since it’s my first time.

Seeing him happy like that made me worry a little less than I did earlier, until Billy jumped off the bed and said something very disturbing. ‘What if Sharon is not dead?’ He asked me, his face wide with horror. ‘What do you mean?’ I was beginning to shake. ‘What if as soon as you left, Sharon got up and stopped the bleeding in time to call the police?’ ‘Please don’t say that Billy, because if she is not dead, then I am. She saw me. She saw me and at first, she wasn’t keen on letting me in but her sister insisted I come in.’ Billy and I exchanged horrified looks, I burst into tears and Billy came closer to me, trying to calm me down.

He said, something that I already knew, and I smiled at him. "Is that all?" I asked, and he nodded. "That is all on your weaknesses," He said, and I sighed, but he looked worried, and I had to ask him why. "We are fighting with witches, and witches can cause the blood moon to appear. The only divine wolf that is powerful during a blood moon is Haimon," he said, and I understood his fear. The goddess had sent the wrong wolf for the job. "You need to hide or burn the books, Luna, so it does not fall into the wrong hands," he said, and I nodded.

We both slowly got out of the vehicle and looked around. "What does a Banshee look like," he asked me and I shrugged and suggested hideous. He laughed and nodded towards the right. I looked up and shivered at the naked ugly creature coming towards us. It's long lanky arms dragged on the ground and it's long fingers ended in sharp black talons. Long greasy looking hair covered most of its face and only one red colored eye was directed at the both of us as it approached.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

Thana apologized, coming towards me. “It’s fine, it will heal soon.” I mumbled as I felt something twist inside the wound, I bit my lip trying not to scream. “I guess distance doesn’t stop the effects of the bond.” She frowned. :it would appear that you are his bride.” “I can’t hear his voice. It should be working.” I defended glaring at her, “no way would I ever be a vampire's bride.” Thana knelt down in front of me, “I have never heard of a bite affecting someone to this degree, it’s not just blood that has bound him to you. I don’t think you have a choice in this matter, sister.”

Lyra continues, relentless, asking the room of witches “So what if the curse somehow shifted? What if it’s affecting the second son instead of the first? That means we’re in the clear, right? Nate is with a witch—” “Selene is a Banshee, not a witch,” one of the older witches corrects. Lyra groans. “Fucking logistics.” Nova frowns. “What exactly is the difference?” Selene exhales slowly, her fingers curling on the table. “A Banshee is a witch born from death. My mother died as I was being born. They cut me from her womb while her body was still warm,” she murmurs. The room is silent now, everyone listening.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my