Banshee Scream Novels & Stories

“What have you done to Magenta, you wench?” “Nothing!” Brenna replied, her eyes wide as my blood boiled. No one disrespects Brenna like that… especially not a witch. “I’m Brenna, the new Luna of the Moon Shadow Pack. I’m not familiar with how this works exactly, but Magenta asked me to summon you. She needs your help.” Willow nodded. “Go back. I shall be there momentarily.” “Then you’ll come?” Brenna asked, tilting her head to the side.

After a little tantrum from the man-child - Hanzel Victor, the group disperses as missions were taken to action. By the far north east was one of the banshees as said. Victor blinked rapidly at the womanly figure which was glowing in the middle of the forest. It looked it she was crying. Banshee do nothing except for crying. "Why does she sound so big...? She's far enough to be that loud." "What do you think, genius? Banshee are built for that reason! Do you have your dagger? I hope you didn't bring your favorite one." As they were closing in to their target, they couldn't help but hold a conversation.

He woke with a small whimper, blinking up at me like he wasn't sure I was real, and then he was in my arms, small and warm and finally, finally being fed. I stayed there on the floor with them, listening to the sound of chewing, of small sighs of relief, and I let myself believe, just for a moment, that the worst of the night was behind us. That was when I heard it: a scream, high and raw, tearing through the west wing from the direction of the kitchen. Greta's scream.

Tied to a chair. Her throat is cut from ear to ear, blood pooling beneath her feet, staining the wood. Her eyes are open. Empty. Her head is tilted downward, and there’s a note pinned to her dark hair with a blade, fluttering gently in the breeze. The wave of death hits me so hard I double over. My knees slam into the floorboards and I scream—not a human sound, not my own voice, but the banshee’s. Raw. Ethereal. Final. The sound tears out of me with such force it rattles the windows, pulls the shadows back into hiding.

Dorin wanted him to scream. He wanted him to shout and release all the pain he was holding inside. Until he noticed movement on the ground and the nearest trees as small birds and critters came near them. They, too, were silent, being drawn by Seb’s sadness. “Just what would a Silver Tongue screaming in anguish bring?” he thought to himself. He raised a hand and placed an airtight bubble around them. He wasn’t taking any chances.

Almira said, panicking. I just sat on the couch but I Anita screamed. “What the f*ck, Anita? Why would you–AHHHH!” Anita and I are both screaming then Kate came in panting. “Why?” She asked. “Auntie Kate! Auntie Tatiana is bleeding!” She said. Kate walked towards me and guide me to breathe. “You don’t have to panick, Tati. This is kind of normal for some mother’s,” she said, distracting me. “Tell Alexander to hurry up ’cause it’s freaking hurts!”

Alisa - Two Months Later My name is Alisa Cristescu, and I am a perfectly sane and healthy twenty-something-year-old strigoi. My best friend and maker, however, is quite crazy. After living my entire life with my parents, my older sister, her husband, their three children, and a dog named Luna, becoming a strigoi and moving out with Laura was the highlight of my life. It's been a happy home ever since. We had ups and downs like any friends have, but not like this.

"I can't see her. Alyssa focus your mind on what the image of this girl looks like '' Alyssa's mum instructed her. "Mum I am trying" Alyssa said in a very low tone as if she was about to cry. "You are Banshee's daughter, one of the most powerful witches and you are telling me you cannot focus your thoughts on the image of an ordinary human" Banshee scolded her whining daughter. "I'm really trying my best" Alyssa made herself comfortable and tightened her eyes as she began to think about nothing else but Mia. Banshee was very disappointed because the image of Mia she kept on seeing was blurry and she couldn't make any sense out of it.

“The Millenium Dreams!” My heart pounded, and I immediately traced Sancha's line of sight. Just looking at them made me feel like I was in Mt. Olympus. They all look like gods...and goddess. Yes, a goddess. There's a girl who was talking and laughing with Zeeve innocuously. She has an angelic face as well. I don't recall hearing a female voice while listening to their band. Was she a member of their band? Or maybe it's Zeeve's girl?

he replied. I was stunned by his response but that explained a lot, including the reason why I couldn’t figure out what kind of creature he was earlier at the hotel. “What about you, are you also a Tribrid?” I asked Rina. “No, she is a Banshee,” Flynn replied. “What is a banshee?” I asked curiously. “She warns people of incoming danger and also has the ability to scream really loud and bet me, you don’t want to hear her scream,” Flynn replied.