Banshee Scream Novels & Stories

"Don't come near me!" "Don't come close!" She screamed, still trying to kick something that only she could see. She started to frantically pull her hair as those screams and cries from her nightmare still echoes at the back of her head. Her breathing was frantic, finding it hard to even breathe. Her eyes started to see only darkness around her, she can barely see light. In her eyes, her surrounding is nothing but endless darkness, and that taunting laughter haunts every piece of her. "Please don't come closer!" She hid her head in between her knees cowering in fear at one corner of the bed. Her sobs disturbing the silence of the night. Her pleas and shrieks can make one's hair rises. "Mori?

Why is she screaming, what did I do to her? Not long after a handful of people scurry in the room, obviously alarmed by her screams. "Veronica what's wrong?" I recognize that voice, it's my sister Cassandra. She's here too? And she's not the only here, Nikolina, Amelia and Zaralina are here too.

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.

They’re a few miles away, chasing the banshee around like it’s a fun game of tag. “Hold strong, ladies,” Tabatha says as we move close together. The banshee’s scream rattles the walls of my house, and Kristy takes my hand. The banshee looks like a beautiful woman in a flowing white dress from far away. They prefer to stay away, holding up their ruse. My familiars flush her out, and she runs at us, mouth wide open as she screams. Her skin is translucent, stretched paper thin over her bones. The flowing white dress is nothing but rags, and her long hair is thin and wispy.

If only she knew how little attention I paid in school. “Now’s not the best time for a lesson. Does it want to kill me or not? Because it looks like it wants to kill me.” “It predicts death.” “It’s looking right at me!” I whisper-shouted as a chill ran down the length of my spine. The banshee opened its mouth and a sound I’d never heard in my life–and never wanted to again–exploded from her. The wailing shriek was ear-piercing, sorrowful, and full of so much pain and anguish I could feel it rattle through my own body.

It was a full moon. "Stephhhh". Callum mewled. The silver of the full moon was making his vampire horny. Stephen’s eyes turned crimson red as Blaze let his Vampire take hold. It was like an invisible frenzy. A hazy cloud surrounding them pulling them closer to bask in each other's warmth and love. It was just like a werewolf in heat. Enlightening the emotions. The tingling sensation under the skin makes it sensitive to touch..

She didn’t look back, but she could hear them—Kieran’s sharp, controlled breaths, the hiss of the thing’s movements, the scrape of claws on stone. Then the sound changed. Kieran shouted her name—an order, not a plea. She risked a glance back and saw him driving the blade deep into the creature’s shoulder. It didn’t bleed—not in any way she understood. A black, smoke-like vapor hissed from the wound, curling away into the cold air. It shrieked, the sound piercing and alien, before hurling itself sideways into the shadows of the cliff. Kieran staggered back, chest heaving.

“This belongs to Thomas's mother. Your grandmother. She was a banshee along with some other things. You are a were- banshee.” “Am I supposed to know what a banshee is? “I would be impressed if you did”, my dad snickered. My mom shot him a look while he shrugged. “A banshee is also known as the wailing woman. A harbinger of death. A banshee is one that has the ability to predict death along with some other special gifts like visions. Banshees are known for their cry or like what happened at school when your scream shattered all the glass in the classroom.”