Novelas y relatos de Banshee

Zelena. All those feelings of darkness and loss, the hurt and pain, the emptiness. They were all gone now. All I had to do was look at the beautiful sleeping faces of my babies, and my heart was full. I haven’t named them yet. It doesn’t seem right to do it without Gunner. Though I have some ideas that I'm pretty set on already. In the meantime, I have nickname them B. for my sweet little boy, and G. for my very loud little girl. They are both so similar, yet I can already pinpoint their very different characteristics. B. is quiet and rarely cries. He eats like a typical Alpha-son, but he loves to be swaddled and held tight. G. is very vocal about her demands. If she wants something or if so

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

"Wait, what's this place?" "Purgatory, where people are sent to suffer for the rest of eternity. I was sent here thousands of years ago by a very powerful witch, Stygian. I'm a Banshee, my real name is Anna. I used my abilities to warn people of possible deaths thus I was considered 'Harbinger of Death', so the witch took it upon herself in the name of community service to banish me here to suffer. This very town you now call Shade was my birth place, village thousands of years ago." "Shade?"

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

Arya was like a second mother to me and losing her was more than just painful. The other reason I hate the day is because on that day of every week, a certain someone whose name I have forbidden myself from mentioning would come to our home in Pakistan and cause trouble. A scar is always there to remind me of her weekly visits. That's one of the reasons I felt my parents didn't get it right by running. This scar and indeed the others she left would always remind us of her. We left her in Pakistan, but she would always be with us. Basha's POV

Yet, all his words did was to earn more of Mane’s curiosity. “A Banshee?” Mane wondered “Yeah. It’s a magical creature that specializes in mental attacks. You were lucky to have only collapsed. I heard its scream and rushed towards that location, only to find you unconscious. It seems that it has robbed you of your memories; but that is way better than death. So, do you not remember anything about yourself?” the man offloaded quite a bit of information in very little time. From the corner of his eye, Mane could see the completion rate on the ‘Status’ menu increase by 0.02. It seemed that as long as Mane went down this path, and collected as much information as

Just like Amar. "Hudson, you really look familiar. Do you maybe have a brother or something?" Amar asks him. Oh no, I notice Hudson is getting nervous. He just was feeling so good. Why has Amar always to be this curious? "I... Umm, yes I have a younger sister." He stutters. Here we go now. Everybody is staring at him and I know he's getting even more nervous of the whole attention in this room. "Wait. A younger sister?... Is your sister Meredith Greyback?" He asks him. Oh my gosh, he knows it! I'm dead. I'm totally dead.