Novel & Cerita Banshee Stories

she says panting quietly and I pull out my fingers from between her legs. I want to lick it too and know what she tastes like but…I need to be the voice of reasoning between the both of us. “What we just did is a taboo…we shouldn't do it again” I say to her and before she can respond, dad parks the car. “Liam and Gianna, you'll share a tent” dad says. We already knew, but hearing it again after what we just did speaks of a lot of forbidden things waiting for us.

"Back story" Isla Vance had always been the stronger sister. Her younger sister, Elara, was a beautiful, bright, but delicate soul, struggling since childhood with a rare, degenerative blood disease. Isla, working three jobs and putting her own future on hold, poured every cent and ounce of energy into Elara's care, fighting against hospital bills and worsening diagnoses.

Even as Joey fumed, she found out that Sion was a vampire whose wealth could match nations, and so became jealous. Later on, Yoran mauled her to death in his madness under the full moon, allegedly tearing through her throat while the rest of her was left in pieces. As her resentment burgeoned, she became a vengeful spirit that haunted me endlessly after death, unhappy that the same sister she had treated so insignificantly was doing well. She was in denial. It only got worse as Sion clearly treated me well, where Yoran had treated her so coldly. He would bring me food and feed me every day, the handsome face under his mask breathing my name tenderly.

Or so we thought. “Nat, I’d never go to a place like Coverts without you. Is that even safe?” “Baby, there is security everywhere, you know that. Besides, you can meet someone and not have to worry about them disclosing to the world who you are. NDAs and all of that. Very discreet.” I was becoming increasingly frustrated. “Nathan, you’re asking me to break my vows. I just... I can’t.” “I want you to go. And come back and tell me all about it. Don’t leave out any detail.”

Chapter 5 The moment my fingers brushed against the stranger’s hand, a sudden rush of energy coursed through me. It was not magic—not like the power that pulsed through the Alphas or the gifted warriors of the Dauntless Pack—but something different. Something restrained yet potent, like a hidden storm waiting to be unleashed.

“Don’t,” Don’t what? Run? Say I told you so? But before I can ask, the girl’s shrill scream fills the entire house. It’s ear splitting and brain numbing. Oh shit. My question of her being a pawn or a player is answered. I never came across one of them before, but the legends are fearsome. A banshee’s scream can immobilize, permanently deafen and in some cases, kill.

It growls, dropping to its knees from the pain of the magic but not dying. “Get the scrappers,” I tell my familiars, conjuring another energy ball with one hand and grabbing Evander’s with the other. I jerk him forward, trying to block out the banshee’s screams. Banshees are lower-level but aren’t entirely corporeal. An energy ball won’t kill one, but it will slow her down. We’ll take what we can get. Low-hanging branches scratch my face, and dew from the underbrush soaks my pants. Evander slows, brings his hands to his head, trying to cover his ears.

TABLE OF CONTENTS Prologue CHAPTER ONE – ROAD TO RIYA CHAPTER TWO – APEX PREDATOR CHAPTER THREE – HUNTING PARTY CHAPTER FOUR – TRAPPED CHAPTER FIVE – CAPITAL’S TRUTH Bonus story  A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO DIE YOUNG * CHAPTER ONE – THE INVITE TO DEATH * CHAPTER TWO – BAD FRIENDS, BAD * CHAPTER THREE – CRUMBLING FLESH OF CHILDREN  THE BIRTH OF ERIC KANE  BLOODY METELE  WRONG TURN  MYSTERIES OF FATE  DOCTOR BROWN  LATE KATE FOSTER You are about to journey through a story or should I say stories of suspense and survival. The story of Roxanne, Eric Kane,,, Ariana, Thieves, and A Christian and an Atheist

To Clara, that moment was a gift and she plans on treasuring it forever. She and Melanie made their way to the garden and sat down on a bench. Although Clara had gotten her song she was still confused about how to use it. A banshee's power was quite different and unique than other creatures, the werewolves had twice the strength of a human and are able to shape shift. The witches practiced magic but a banshee had only her voice and her song. Clara wondered how she could use them to her benefit. She had seen how Melanie and Mary made the rogues suffer with only their songs. She had learned that banshees didn't use their power unless necessary. Unlike how the witches and other creatures are qu

“My mate will come, he will save me. He is my hope he is my saviour. I need him to survive. I have called and he will come, he will come to save me” “Save you from what Baylee?” “The world, the world will want me, they will come, he will save me from them all. I have called and he will come” “Who is the world, I don’t understand Baylee” She stops painting and looks straight at the camera. Her eyes were bright purple, glowing, her hair looked silver as her aura radiated around her body. “I have called and he will come. I am the Banshee and he my one. he will come to save me from the evil ones,