Banshee Scream Novels & Stories

he raises his hands in a placating manner. I also don’t pick up a scent other than human but I know that no human can scream that loud. “She could be a banshee” Uncle Derek looks at her weirdly and everyone stares at her.

My chest clenched, breath frozen. For a second I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, only stare. Then the scream ripped out of me. “MANOLYA!” She jolted, eyes fluttering open just as the creature’s hands reached closer. And I kept screaming.

The smell of the expensive soap and minty taste of the toothpaste are a welcome distraction from the metallic tang of decayed flesh and the blood curdling fear that rushed through me when I heard the banshee’s scream. A true smile breaks across her face, and Goddess, her whole being just lights up. It’s a spectacular, blinding thing I’ve never seen before. “No. I mean are you okay? The child, and killing a banshee, it’s not been a great day for you.” Her voice is soft, laced with genuine concern, and it cuts through my defenses like a jagged knife. I try to spin it, the ingrained habit of deflection kicking in. “Are you-”

While the students were gathered, she walked into the assembly hall slowly with a calculative step, putting on a black hoodie, which was pulled over her face. She wore her oversized black sunglasses which shielded her eyes from having eye contact with her classmates, and to prevent people from seeing her reddish and puffy eyes. She tried suppressing the emotional pain that emerged from her. Her jeans hung loosely on her waist and her white sneakers were too clean, like they hadn’t touched a single dirt. She wrapped a dark blue scarf around her face, covering the scar that still carried a fresh wound that ached her. Her hands were buried in the pocket of her hoodie.

Iris. As the words leave Josh’s ugly mouth, his fangs gleam in the light. I freeze. My blood runs cold. “NO, Josh! Don’t…!” Dinah’s scream shatters the moment. But it’s too late. One of them lunges at her. His teeth sink into her neck. I watch, helplessly, as her eyes stretch wide, pain, fear, disbelief, before they roll back and she crumples. Blood spills down her chest. The vampire lifts his mouth, blood staining his lips, his eyes wild.

Everything about the forest filled her with fear until it overflowed. Another scream ripped through the frigid air and Chloe jumped, whipping around in a circle looking in vain for an invisible threat. The third scream seemed to flip a switch in the blonde and her limbs burst into life, carrying her through the blanketed wilderness in the direction of the screaming. The further she travelled the louder the screams got. Eventually she picked up the scent of wood fire and the unmistakable scent of stale alcohol. For a moment Chloe questioned why she could smell such things in the middle of nowhere, but it wasn't long before she could make out the shapes of a rundown hunting cabin and snowmobil

All she could do was scream for help as her uncle drag her away from Lydia, and his laughter echoes all over her ears. Morrigan shifted and clutched a handful of the blanket. Unrest had become obviously drawn on her face. Her forehead furrowed, tears and sweat mixed on her face. Her eyebrows repeatedly relaxed and furrowed just like her forehead. She started to feel her body feeling heavy, her breathing eventually labored. "No..." She muttered in her sleep. Her fists clenched and relaxed but her head had been shifting frantically. Tears streamed down her closed eyes non-stop. "Don't leave me..." Morrigan sobbed in her sleep. Her faint whisper was full of pain and sorrow. Giving in to the sad

Skylar equally shook her head before turning to her bag pack, she unzipped it to take out another bottle of water but halted and clenched her head when echoes suddenly erupted, screams of people, especially children. Noticing the discomfort of the she-wolf, Shailyn instantly went on a kneeling position, placing her hands on her shoulders. "Mistress, what's wrong?" "I - don't - know!" Skylar gritted, clenching her head tighter as more screams echoed in her head, the wails of children getting louder than the rest. She let out a little cry as she felt her wolf go wild in her head, yowling and tossing, mourning and grieving, barking and whimpering in dismay.

Valack requests . Linda steps forward, holding out a hand for the coat. Sasha and I share a temporary look fraught with questions and concerns, then, at that moment, she hands the convenient recorder to the banshee , who shockingly quickly hits the record button and after a deep internal breath delivers a loud, astonishing, and screaming scream. chilling. Sasha and I put our hands over our ears and back away a bit, realizing that it might hurt our eardrums on the off chance we're not conscious.

I spun, panic clawing at my chest as voices crashed over me. “I didn’t mean to!” I screamed. “He—he came at me—I felt—” I couldn’t explain it. One second I was standing near the long table, trying to breathe through the suffocating stares, and the next— Pressure. A threat. Something ancient and feral had surged up from inside me, roaring now. And then blood. “Silence,” Ronan commanded again, louder this time. The wolves obeyed—but their eyes never left me. The dead warrior’s packmates knelt beside his body, faces twisted with grief and rage. One of them looked up at Ronan, eyes blazing.