Banshee Scream Novels & Stories

Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole. This whole time I’m screaming “No” “Noooo” but that doesn’t do anything to stop it. My family is gone, mum, dad, Zac, but wait where is Bethany. I scan the surroundings searching for a sign that Bethany got away but there are no sign. Abruptly I become aware of a low grunting sound that’s coming from the monster. Gradually I spin to face the monster; I stare at it waiting for it to do something when suddenly it speaks

I couldn’t even look back at Korra, who faked innocence beside him. “You have done nothing but brought shame to this pack, Samantha,” Killain began. “Tonight was an amazing day—a celebration for the Blood Rose Pack—yet you have decided to bring shame and disgrace in front of our guests. You give me no choice…” “No, no, please don’t do this to me again. I’m hurt, I’m hurt…please help—” “I, Killain Black, Alpha of the Blood Rose Pack, banish you, Samantha Forbes, from the Blood Rose Pack. You have done nothing but bring shame and disgrace to this pack, and from now on, you will not be associated with Blood Rose.”

Her hands rested flat on the surface, white-knuckled, as if she were bracing herself against the world itself. Her lips moved soundlessly, whispering some prayer that would never be answered. The screams outside had been growing for hours—screams that didn’t belong to students, or even to the living. Banshees wailed along the halls, their cries so sharp they rattled the glass of lanterns until they cracked. The guttural roar of something massive—ogre, troll, or worse—rolled beneath it, punctuated by the frantic shriek of young voices cut short.

Her screams shook the whole pack to its core. Every single soul in the pack could not pretend to have not heard a scream that loud. It sounded like one of pain and also a call for help. It’s been wreks now that Marissa had felt the pull of something sinister, a dark urge that whispered in her ear, urging her to embrace the violence that simmered just beneath the surface. It was an insatiable hunger, a desire that clawed at her insides, demanding release.

This scream, however, was so powerful it sent the man flying backward. Anastasia gasped, revealing that I was not a wolf but a banshee. Victor dismissed me saying I was as good as dead, but Anastasia countered, claiming that I could defeat him with her banshee abilities. Victor scoffed, doubting that banshee's powers could ever overpower an alpha wolf. While listening to them talk about wolves, banshees, and abilities, I sat there shocked at what had just happened.

I pray it doesn't get deeper. "Oh, I know your fear now. I can't do this. I have been doing this for the past five years, ma'am. I won't hurt you." She soothes. I became calm and she took my hand slowly. I shut my eyes and clenched my teeth on the tissue. Fuck. It hurts.

she screams, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, her whole body had adorned in beautiful blues scales, scales I used to hate when they were attached to me. Her sharp fingernails cutting into my flesh effortlessly, but it didn’t hurt, it didn’t hurt because I had already experienced the most hurtful thing when I found out my soulmate was deprived of a wonderful mother because of me. “Fight back! You are the all-powerful vampire prince, fight back,” she screams, everyone had stopped to look, no one wanted to intervene, rightfully so this is between me and my mate. “I don’t have the right to,” I calmly say making her angrier, releasing and even a greater wrath unto my skin, she had continued

Screaming was what he wanted. He knew when he was searching for it, the armband would heat. Intending for it to sear her enough she cried out and he could find her. So, she’d held her anguished silence. But she’d been perilously close to breaking. Her arm steaming, the flesh burning away beneath it and blisters forming along the edge. The heat waves coming from it, cooking the wood in the shack like a fire had been rampant. Then had come the hoof beats as Zierno arrived. Every step away from the cottage the Spriggan took, eased the agony in her arm, releasing the band’s grip on her.

These hunters will turn the world upside down if only to find her and get the coveted prize. "Yaya, I'm going to the gym. Don't cook dinner for me. I'm just going to grab something to eat at the nearby resto when I conclude my workout." “Sure Ma’am. I understand.” Stressed from a long day's work, she chose to unwind and let go of some steam. This is her habitual way of getting rid of the toxins in her body. In her reckoning, the sweat that flows out of her pores drives away the microorganisms that have clung to her. Aside from her exercise routine in the gym, she believes that tonight is special. It is forecast that a full moon will be rising from the East. It is time to go hunting and quenc

With her hands extended on either side, she thundered a command at the spirits to charge. The impact was evident the second they obeyed. Her body stiffened under the invisible assault, and her balance tilted dangerously. She slammed a palm against the wall behind her, bracing herself to withstand the spectral onslaught. Her skin flushed a violent red, and veins stretched taut across every inch of her frame. Her lips were clamped shut in a bloodless line, a testament to her internal struggle to contain her Banshee screams for our sake. The sight of her was too disturbing to endure; I was forced to look away. Suddenly, she lurched forward, vomiting a torrent of