Banshee Horror Novels & Stories

Her mouth was stretched wide in a horrifying shriek. A wave of pure hatred rolled off her, so cold it burned the air. The chat stirred to life again. [Here we go! Classic jump scare!] [That's one of the manor's most vicious ghosts! It feeds on the players' fear!] [This newbie is toast! She won't even have time to react!] [I can already picture her getting torn to shreds...] But I didn't scream. I didn't run. Of course, my heart condition chose that exact moment to flare up. The pain was so bad I could barely stand.

Her cheeks flushed, but it seemed to have more to do with anger than anything else. My first banshee. It was pretty exciting. Banshees were Irish fairies, female harbingers of death. It was said that if you heard a banshee scream, then either you or one of the family members is already dead. I also heard that, like some other fairies, they can look into a person's heart and read their soul. Creepy, but so cool. “Damn it, Maggie. What are you doing here?" Dave's shoulders slumped. He knew what was about to happen and couldn't stop it. "Ah, there you are, you rogue bastard!"

What did that even mean? “I have no idea what you're getting at,”she said to the young girl.”What are you speaking of?” “She has lived in the shadows for a long time,watching and waiting for you.” “You’re not making any sense,”Beth replied,agitation rising in her voice. “Have you not felt her Beth?Here in your home?She watches you,growing stronger every day,she wants your life and she will end it when she’s ready.” Now Beth was getting mad.Were hallucinations supposed to be this annoying?

I’d heard there were places where you could rent the tapes for a lot less than what they cost to buy, but it hadn’t changed my mind. I started towards the doorway with the curtain but stopped short by the tapes next to it. This section was at least twice the size of all the others. The covers of these boxes were all screams and knives. Bloody chainsaws and heaving breasts. The sign resting here was carefully drawn in black gothic type letters, each dripping red: “Horror.” Hanging by a piece of tape off every other shelf were letter-sized flyers exactly like the ones that man was putting on windshields out at the Farm and Fleet. I peeled one off to get a closer look.

The Banshee was awake. She stretched her hands wide, her fingers clawing at the air. She opened her mouth, and a sound came out that wasn't human. It wasn't even an animal. It was the sound of the end of the world. The Scream. I watched in horrific awe as the first three rows of soldiers simply stopped. Their skin turned grey. Their eyes turned to ash. Then, they began to dissolve, their bodies turning to fine dust that swirled away in the draft of the hallway. It was a scream of horror, a soul-ripping vibration that erased everything it touched. Molly screamed again, her face a mask of divine agony, until the hallway was a ghost town of empty suits and piles of dust.

He answered my question. I took a deep breath. " Am I?" He snitched. " Of course not. If I’m right, it’s worse than that." I widened my eyes, what could be worse than being possessed? " I believe you are a Banshee. Surely you are descended from one." He looked carefully at my reaction. And he realized that it wasn’t the first time I heard the word Banshee, but he didn’t say anything about it, he just went on, " Banshees as well as vampires, shifters and dark beings are forbidden on the island, we bring here only Ashins who are helpless or their nature is not evil."

he asked with a concerned look. “A Banshee can easily detect a werewolf in human form. I know what has been going on in New Orleans.” Jane speaks up. “What!” Lucas exclaimed in disbelief. ‘Is she saying she’s a Banshee?’ he ponders in his heart. He has seen movies about Banshees with their abilities to scream and discover dead bodies. However, they are much more than that as Banshee’s screams drown out all other sounds around her in order to focus on the voices in her head.

"Then Orion must be the one in great danger now. As what have my father said, Nerissa don't kill her preys right away. She plays with their minds first, but after that, she kills them mercilessly. Also, the weaker the mind of the man, the more possibility that he will go insane even after he is rescued. I hope your friend has a strong mind so he it will be easy for us to awaken him from Nerissa's magic later on." We continued walking but moments later, we made an abrupt stop when we heard roara that echoed in the whole place. I turned nervously and my heart started to beat frantically when I saw two giant tigers with two heads and snakes as their tails. They look at us as if they are hunters

He fetched a knife from somewhere near his belly, launching an attack at the newly born, the knife instead circled around and notched at his face. “Not today.” The magical baby wept. It grew grander by the second, until it was double the size of the Ghost who stood on the land, flabbergasted. Viewing the infant keenly, from an eye that was concealed at the back of his head, he gawped. It transcended from sobbing to snickering evilly with a swig of inhaling the dusty wind, wrapping around him. It brought its still, tiny palms to the forefront, using her heightened energy she thrust away the Ghost into the tree. Once the master now became the slave. The knife carved at his face, emerging out a

“I have called and he will come. I am the Banshee and he my one. he will come to save me from the evil ones, I have called and he will come.” “the hound of hell is the only way. He will come, burn, destroy and defeat, I’m his Banshee who he will soon meet. When he comes they better run, Because I have called and he will come. our souls intertwined as we become one. Together The queen will rise and with her, her king, the Banshee and her hellhound will live as one” The video ends but I just stand there in complete shock “What does this mean?”