Banshee Scream Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm also researching and guess what, I found out werewolves live here, in this woods." "Ahhh!" Josie let out a loud scream, looking round in fear. "Are you serious?" Megan's eyes changed, and suddenly there was lightening. Josie moved back slowly. "What is happening?" "Why are you following me?" Megan asked, this time her skin was already cracking up. "Nothing.. Megan?" Josie managed to say. "Megan!!!!!!" Josie screamed as he watched Megan transform. He took to his hills, gasping for breath.

"There’s a creature inside. It hates slaves, especially werewolves. And you... you’re human. That makes it worse." I stared at her, trying to figure out if she was joking. Her face said she wasn’t. "You didn’t know?" she asked, then added casually, "We’ve got all kinds of creatures here. Spirits, things that go bump in the night. There’s even one that screams so loud it can burst your eardrums." "A banshee?" I asked. She nodded. "Yeah. One of those." We kept walking. The gravel crunched beneath our feet, the air strangely still.

If not a clever little banshee then what is she? "A price? What price do I have to pay?" Nathan had just asked her this question when her grimace turned into a wide smirk and she uttered, "Enjoy the spree first, My Lord. I will tell you everything…" and then she took the sip of her blood, enjoying the dance of her sister banshees. "By the way, this melody is called Sugar Rush...sweet isn't it?" She winked towards Nathan then converted her gaze towards Genevieve. Her stares somehow looked like she was about to hunt her prey.

The golden light suddenly appeared without warning. Before the banshee could react, the golden light suddenly turned into a huge palm, leaving a trail in the air, tearing the void and grabbing her. Sizzle! When the golden flame touched the banshee's body, it immediately made a sound of boiling oil. "Ah!" The banshee let out a wail, and black smoke suddenly gushed out from her whole body. A burning smell immediately spread around. What made the banshee even more desperate was that, at this moment, a lightning bolt in the distance condensed into a long spear, constantly piercing through the space, with a great destructive aura. In an instant, it approached her.

Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart. Her eyes were no longer asking to see anything. The scenes horrified her soul. Anna started panicking when she heard a noise coming from behind the door. A black cat came out from there, and under the soles of those fellows, he made a cross sign using their own blood. She couldn't even utter a word, as if someone stole her voice away. Tears were flowing from her eyes like heavy rainfall. She silently watched everything, how the cat used his sharp claws to peel their skin off, and they had no power to scream.

Without a word to him, I crawl myself under the duvet and close my eyes, feeling the need to sleep. The loud keening of a banshee wakes me up from my obscure dream in the middle of the night. Surprisingly, when I look around, my mate is still very asleep, undisturbed telling me either I am the only one who heard it or he's heavily asleep to hear that. But whatever it is, when the cry comes again, I release myself from his grips and tangles. The cry of a banshee around is strange and there's only a reason that can happen. That can indicate only one thing _ Death? When the cry comes for the third time and louder, I don't hesitate before slipping into the footwear and escaping through the windo