Banshee Horror Novels & Stories

Caught a scent' Good. They were almost here. I braced myself, the moment the small white house came into view. It was nearing evening now, and the sun beginning to set gave it all a mood of foreboding. Evelyn's scent got stronger as I got closer, and a shrieking scream made my heart race, followed by malevolent laughter that simply made me grow cold with anger. "Blood thirsty Banshee." I cursed and ran toward the house. Element of surprise be damned.

It was a full moon. "Stephhhh". Callum mewled. The silver of the full moon was making his vampire horny. Stephen’s eyes turned crimson red as Blaze let his Vampire take hold. It was like an invisible frenzy. A hazy cloud surrounding them pulling them closer to bask in each other's warmth and love. It was just like a werewolf in heat. Enlightening the emotions. The tingling sensation under the skin makes it sensitive to touch..

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.

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."

After a little tantrum from the man-child - Hanzel Victor, the group disperses as missions were taken to action. By the far north east was one of the banshees as said. Victor blinked rapidly at the womanly figure which was glowing in the middle of the forest. It looked it she was crying. Banshee do nothing except for crying. "Why does she sound so big...? She's far enough to be that loud." "What do you think, genius? Banshee are built for that reason! Do you have your dagger? I hope you didn't bring your favorite one." As they were closing in to their target, they couldn't help but hold a conversation.

Amyra's eyes clouded with rage at the sight of the dead bodies scattered around me. "Good thing I have a plan B" she said, her lips curled with disdain."Annie, come out" she said and someone stepped out from behind her. A young woman. She had a head full of red curls and bright green eyes. She was a foot shorter than Amyra and she looked rather skinny. I stared at her, confused. The young woman looked innocent and helpless. How could she possibly be of help to Amyra? I got my answer as soon as she opened her mouth and screamed. Pain lanced through my skull, forcing me to clamp my hands around my ears. She screamed until my knees hit the ground. A banshee, that's what she was. Her screams wer

“Don’t,” Don’t what? Run? Say I told you so? But before I can ask, the girl’s shrill scream fills the entire house. It’s ear splitting and brain numbing. Oh shit. My question of her being a pawn or a player is answered. I never came across one of them before, but the legends are fearsome. A banshee’s scream can immobilize, permanently deafen and in some cases, kill.

as fires dance in flaming licks, Ewwww, I like it... Halloween no time for fools, the banshee comes with gaurding ghoul, we're taking him to scaring school Oh very cool, yeah I made some room, You can ride with banshee there, the one with all the crazy hair, you'll be alright just don't stare, It's not as if I just don't care, Huh!?! Great, The unwanted speaks, Well my dear, I'd say we're even

“Well, you guys never really used your powers.” “I know what a Banshee is and I don't ever want to be a Banshee.” “But you are.” “No am not.” “The visions, screams, spacing out, predicting future... “ “They are all the powers of the white witch.” Hayden cut Bryan off and he rolled his eyes. “She is a Banshee, not a witch.” “I am not any of the two. Ugh, you guys' arguments are so annoying.” She scoffed and walked into the bathroom. ********** HOURS LATER

Dan was still bored, and Mane still had that mocking smile on his face. “Is that all?” Mane looked visibly disappointed and the Banshees finally looked panicked, much to Dan’s amusement. Banshees were physically weaker than other high classes. Their trump card was their powerful screeches that could disturb the souls of even some High Classes. But as long as that was ineffective, they were basically lambs to the slaughter. As Mane was about to make a move, he saw the largest male Banshee turn back and scream.