Banshee Horror Novels & Stories

But they still needed a lot of training if we were going to be going head on into a war. “Hey, what’s that noise?” Leah asked. And I looked over at her. I could also hear a noise. It wasn’t a plane but it was above us and I moved further into the open field to look around and see if I could find it. Suddenly I saw a drone flying over the pack territory. “The vampires have drones now?” Leah asked. “That’s not a vampire drone. That’s military.” I said. “Human military?” She asked. “Yeah.” I said.

"But Anastasia, look at your dark circles. You look like you haven't slept in half a year after just one night. I can't just stand by and watch you suffer without anyone to help, can I? I can't do that." Her words made my eyes well up with tears. She continued, "Enough of the nonsense. Most of the unknown isn't as terrifying as we think. The reason the unknown scares us is because we don't understand it. Maybe once we do, we'll find there's nothing to fear. Wasn't that what you told me?" I couldn't speak. I stretched out my arms and hugged Celeste, sincerely thanking her. She responded with, "Alright, stop being dramatic. Just tell me what I can help with."

Suddenly, an explosion vibrated the ground and when I looked up, a black smoke emitted in the air toward the hamlet. “Randolph!” A gasp escaped my lips. Grabbing my dress, I darted back to the forest and ran. My feet flew over dead leaves and stones as I scouted for the hamlet, the branches of the trees whipped my face and tugged at my dress. My heart thumped behind my chest as I zigzagged through the sparsely darkened forest. Suddenly, I arrived at the hamlet and the scene before me almost crippled me. Before me were terrifying monsters from my nightmares; lycans; as my father would call them; they pounced and ripped apart the bodies of my father’s men who have also shifted into their wolve

Lyric We round the corner that opens up to the main hall that leads toward the rickety, rusting staircase that will take us to the caves. Banshees are the vilest of all the creatures. They are heralds of death, usually ugly, nasty deaths, and they feed off the sadness they create. They are like vampires that way, except their food is suffering. Noah appears as if from thin air. His face is stark, and he’s moving with lethal, controlled purpose, hauling a body behind him like a sack of trash.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

But at this distance, none of their weapons could reach them. Anna's eyes suddenly brightened, and she grabbed my hand from where I was curled up in a corner. "Guys, did you forget? Sylvia killed their kin last night! If we use her as bait, the seabirds will definitely attack! "I don't agree," I refused immediately, but I knew that it was useless. Without caring for my opinion, they tied me to the watchtower, allowing the cold, relentless wind to tear at my skin. The wind carried the scent of my blood towards the birds, and they immediately became violent upon smelling the scent of their enemy.

she felt all the air and energy inside her had been sucked out and dry hearing the mysterious man's words, it was Anne, she knew this was a vision of what was to come, the inevitable horrific death of Anne, slowly she staggered backward with her hand clutching against the hems of her dress firmly as she panted heavily for breath. "No this can't be real," she muttered repeatedly, it couldn't be, Anne couldn't possibly be murdered in the future and to make it worse all because of her, unable to keep her surging fear and terror within she let out a terrifying bone-chilling scream which startled everyone present at the cafeteria including Asher and Annabelle as they were taken aback by the loud

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.

I said. “Do you really want it so bad?” Joshua asked. “What you are suggesting is extremely dangerous. Forest of Mirrors loves to lure people off the track that leads to the Banshee barrows, which are haunted by the bawling Banshees. Those Banshees get out of their barrows only during Halloween nights.”

I tiptoed around, hoping to surprise him, but he really wasn't around. I sat on the living room couch, noticing that he had left some papers behind. I picked up one of the many that were there, with a slightly curious name, “Banshee.” I observed the drawing on the page: a woman in a long dress appeared to be crying. I glanced at the transcription next to the drawing. “Banshee or Ben sidhe, the one who can see death, becomes her friend. Her scream can be heard for miles, and it's so powerful that it can easily shatter a skull. Due to her dark powers, the banshee can be easily hated by other creatures.”