Banshee Stories Novels & Stories

‘Banshee? Thomas and the others exchanged glances, declaring that they had never heard of this name before. Then, the holy woman began to tell them little by little about the Banshee. In fact, the Divine Water Tribe was once a very beautiful and warm-heated tribe, and each year, a large number of tourists regardless of gender, or age, flocked here. It was such a lively tribe. However, approximately three months ago, the legend of the 'Banshee' appeared here for some reason, which instantly destroyed this beautiful tribe.

"Evelyn tell me what happened," he inquired with a frown, his usually calm collected demeanor crumbling apart with the realization of what his mate might be, if she was what he suspected her to be then her life was jeopardously in grave danger, the banshees were not only feared but haunted as well, the most powerful banshees in the past were not only able to prophesy a pending death but were able to cause death as well.

"A what?" "A Banshee," I repeated. "They're rare, really rare. And they have the power to sense death and when they scream they can hurt people with their voice." "That's impossible," she said. "I'm not a Banshee. I'm just me. I'm just human." "You made everyone in the training grounds bleed from their ears," I said gently. "That's not human Nyx." She looked down at her hands again. They were shaking. "This can't be real."

“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

He had even witnessed Tristan conceal full sandwiches on several occasions and a large chicken leg on another. The young woman shook her head. Still holding her cheeks, “N-no it’s not that.” Morose answered. Both Hunters too curious to allow her behavior to pass without an explanation. The two men continued to stare at her expectantly awaiting a confession. A few minutes passed, before slowly but surely it began to spill out of her. Stuttering and sometimes unclear, she retold what had occurred during the night. The distressed Morose described how she had been the victim of an ill-intentioned prank from a specter called a Mare. Only to be rescued by the notorious Banshee coincidentally.

Lyric We round the corner that opens up to the main hall that leads toward the rickety, rusting staircase that will take us to the caves. Banshees are the vilest of all the creatures. They are heralds of death, usually ugly, nasty deaths, and they feed off the sadness they create. They are like vampires that way, except their food is suffering. Noah appears as if from thin air. His face is stark, and he’s moving with lethal, controlled purpose, hauling a body behind him like a sack of trash.

How the hell she hasn't gotten herself fired baffles me. Her big eyes staring intently at me, hoping I would answer. All I did was stare at her soft looking lips. They were inviting and tempting. Since I got locked up in this hell hole, I haven't been sexually active, not that I wanted to be but Sky, she's awakened that monster and it's not going back in anytime, well at least not until it gets what it wants.

Everyone was making preparations for the festival. I worked with the rest of the workers before heading back to my mum's den. And as I did, I thought about all the wonderful tales my mum had told me about the festival. She had said it was a time when boundaries between humans and wolves were blurred, and those who were meant to be wolves would finally embrace their true nature.

"A range?" "Yes, the magician court of this island hid in the purple wings. It's a superior area built for hidden powers. Somehow, Lisa was able to enter there. Ancestors connected her soul with a new gene born in the parallel world. Sadly, the place is no more, and no one can stop her." All this was like a tale Grandma used to tell in childhood. She believed that when the door of the Parallel Universe would open, the truth would meet. I still remember her words but still could not understand their significance.

And Brandon. Two of the Ghouls were the color of olives. And each of them sported wounds from previous battles and instantly Ezkeiel realized that these two Ghouls were the same Ghouls that had had a hand in the dissaperance of Billy the bee keeper and the initial attack on the Mansion. One of the Ghouls had an arm that was obviously broken and a face that was slashed open, with an eye that was crusted in blood, puss and mucus. It was easy to see that the popped eyeball, curtosey of Ezekiel, was turning infectious.