Banshee Horror Novels & Stories

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

"A what?" "A Banshee," I repeated. "They're rare, really rare. And they have the power to sense death and when they scream they can hurt people with their voice." "That's impossible," she said. "I'm not a Banshee. I'm just me. I'm just human." "You made everyone in the training grounds bleed from their ears," I said gently. "That's not human Nyx." She looked down at her hands again. They were shaking. "This can't be real."

“I know you might be wondering what Banshee is! So, A banshee is a female spirit in Irish folklore that heralds the death of a family member, usually by wailing, shrieking, or keening. Sometimes she has long streaming hair and wears a gray cloak over a green dress, and her eyes are red from continual weeping. She may be dressed in white with red hair and a ghastly complexion. The size of the banshee is another physical feature that differs between regional accounts. Though some accounts of her standing unnaturally tall are recorded, the majority of tales that describe her height state the banshee's stature as short, anywhere between one foot and four feet. Her exceptional shortness often goe

"When I get my bones on her, I'm gonna— well make her wish she was dead dead." "So she's a banshee," Isis spoke. "I've never faced a banshee before, so I was dumbfounded by her powerful aura." "A banshee is a very powerful being. They are the harbinger of coming doom to her mortal kindred. The ones in the human world hover in the moonlight, lamenting with veiled faces because if a human sees a Banshee's eyes they weep bitterly until they die. The cry of this spirit is mournful beyond all other sounds on earth and betokens certain death to people whenever it is heard in the silence of the night." Skully's explanation sent chills up my spine. But something told me that there was more to the st

Black markings appeared over her hands as if someone had a dark marker pen and had scribbled illegible writing over her moments before. She heard the voice in her head. The scream that sounded. So full of rage and despair. She erupted. She found herself directly opposite the banshee. Memories flashed of her parents and sister. All gone. All a lie. Her life was not real. Who or what even was she? She was so close that she could smell the moss on the banshee's skin. A mist had descended over her, her eyes noticed it then. The trickle of blood that spouted from the banshee's mouth. A gurgling sound bubbled from her lips. The pool of blood became heavier. Finally registering, Summer looked down

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

spiders or Banshee. "Come here!" Banshee barked. 'Banshee is scarier,' Shamira thought. 'For now.' ------------- -------------- To be continued . . .

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.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slammed her fist against the glass, not to escape, but to warn me. She wasn't pointing at the creature. She was pointing at me. I followed her frantic gesture, looking at the window again. I looked at the glass, but I didn't see her reflection. I saw mine. But the reflection wasn't mine. It was the face of the portrait. The room began to shake. The walls of the Master Suite groaned, the wood warping and twisting like agonized flesh. I realized then that the dare wasn't a game. It was a harvest. The Blackwood Estate didn't just haunt people; it cycled them.

Valack requests . Linda steps forward, holding out a hand for the coat. Sasha and I share a temporary look fraught with questions and concerns, then, at that moment, she hands the convenient recorder to the banshee , who shockingly quickly hits the record button and after a deep internal breath delivers a loud, astonishing, and screaming scream. chilling. Sasha and I put our hands over our ears and back away a bit, realizing that it might hurt our eardrums on the off chance we're not conscious.