Banshee Scream Novels & Stories

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

At this moment, she was on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Her body heaved and bile burned at the back of her throat. He wasn't breathing. The scum... "Siya!" A panicked scream slammed on her eardrums, shattering the haze enshrouding on her mind. Shamsiya turned her head towards the direction of the sound, and almost wept in relief when she saw him. Iblis flashed to his wife's side. He yanked the bloodsucker off the maggot and ripped off his head with a savage wrench. Turning back, he almost exploded in rage when the dog confessed to his wife. His temples throbbed, vision turning red with bloodlust.

Anyone would be. Then…. A crack. A sickening, sharp crack of bone shifting beneath skin. Aleron gasped. Ronan choked. More cracks followed, loud, unnatural, echoing through the clearing. Lyanna’s eyes widened as their bodies bent, twisted, reshaped. Their screams tore through the air, raw, feral, pained yet necessary. Lyanna reached for Sebastian in panic. “Papa…!” “It’s okay,” he whispered, steadying her hand. “This is normal.”

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

“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

She can feel how much she's hurt, she can feel the pain the way Waen held her hands. "Stop saying that! I won't let that happen! None from my family member will leave me again! No one will die!" She couldn't hide her tears and emotion and hugged her cousin. Waen's blood stink to Calista brown jacket as she hugged her cousin then she heard her whispered something to her ear.

The banshee didn't flinch, so Bella got on top of me, but I lifted my wounds and the creature stopped abruptly. She moved away, and when she opened her mouth, Aisha fired a barrage of alloy bullets at her to stop her from singing. A banshee's song could be not only dangerous but also lethal. “I have to get closer; I have to finish proving my point,” I said with conviction. “This isn't good, Selene. We need to leave now. This is bad. This—” Bella fell silent as the banshee advanced, so I raised my arm again and finally touched the creature. The banshee fell to the ground, then began to shake and vomit thick, disgusting black blood.

A gagging and gasping sound has Sara pulling away from me. “Mum!” “Stay back!” Faye yells. She’s in full-on banshee right now, and I know how dangerous getting close to a banshee can be. Everyone is on tenterhooks, watching as Faye fights the effects of the Esian. I hold Sara against me as we watch the Esian cover Faye’s entire body. She throws her head back and screams the scream of a banshee in pain, knocking everyone but Sara to the floor.

"If a supernatural's spirit fractures, only a Banshee can anchor it. You call it back to its true form. You use it's real name. A Banshee's wail binds the spirit to it's form." She stares at me. I nod once "You scream, Alessia."