Banshee Stories Novels & Stories

Banshees. “What the hell are they doing here?” I yelled, loosing an arrow into the neck of one Algoth as it swooped toward Valen. The creature screeched and dropped, wings twitching. “They’re not supposed to be this far north!” “They’re drawn to you,” Rhaenan shouted back, slashing his sword through a banshee mid-scream. “To the Aether. Or maybe Kyante’s corrupted them. Warped them with her magic.” My blood ran cold.

Lyra continues, relentless, asking the room of witches “So what if the curse somehow shifted? What if it’s affecting the second son instead of the first? That means we’re in the clear, right? Nate is with a witch—” “Selene is a Banshee, not a witch,” one of the older witches corrects. Lyra groans. “Fucking logistics.” Nova frowns. “What exactly is the difference?” Selene exhales slowly, her fingers curling on the table. “A Banshee is a witch born from death. My mother died as I was being born. They cut me from her womb while her body was still warm,” she murmurs. The room is silent now, everyone listening.

Until about five minutes ago, Rose wouldn't have thought that she'd be crossing the Great Sea to get to the South. To Gandhandi, the capital of the Hindu country, where Jericho and the others allegedly came from. And from what Rose knew, a place where demons ran rampant. Rose probably should have picked a more suitable place to lay low from Joanna’s sights. But then again, Rose didn't ever think that she'd be running away from Joanna, either. She cringed at the memory of Joanna's bare hands piercing through Father Benedict's chest, followed by the hundreds of bodies left mangled on the ground from Joanna's rampage. The New Catholics were now in absolute ruin. And as their guardian, Rose was

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

They gasped and everyone looked confused but stepped away from me. Aadhira rushed towards me with a Grey-haired man. When his eyes met mine, he fell to his knees and joined his palm showing his devotion towards me. His lips uttered 'Goddess of Darkness!' He sensed me! The vampires submitted to me on seeing their Primus's submission. The cut on his forehead told me what might have happened. I smiled at him and touched his forehead healing his cut. And I know where to go. The shield was intact but some wolves had entered the place and attacked the Primus and burnt their main house and kidnapped Vibha and Akhilan's parents.

Elena said half yelling. "What now, are you tryna say Sarah is some sort of Banshee or a psychic? Seriously Elena, those shits doesn't exist. They only do in movies and not in Mystic Hollow! " Alex said as Peter nodded enjoying the sweet flavor of the chocolate bar. "Come on guys, y'all gotta believe me. I saw it. Sarah is no ordinary kid. I think... I think she's a mysterious girl. Maybe she might know something about these recent deaths in few weeks, what do you think guys?" Elena asked.

It only adds to their suspense and stories to tell the others after leaving here. I blow the ashes and powder mix on her face. Her eyes instantly flash pure white for a nanosecond. Anna's parents don't even see it, but i see it, and I know what it means. She's part Banshee. There are traces of it inside her, and that is why it's haunting her. Anna hasn't mastered her powers yet. She's still a child. Banshees are just like witches. They aren't welcomed with open hands inside the Tyson pack. I pull down the skin beneath her eyes and peer into it, just for a show. She's scared of me as I do that, wondering what I'll diagnose her of.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

Shane's hold loosens slightly, and he smiles. "Good. I'd hate to have to kill anyone who got the chance to touch you before I did." Out of all the bunnies, I'm the shyest and quietest. However, I feel like shoving Shane onto the air mattress and having my way with him. Maybe soon, but not while there are so many witnesses. _________________ Bram's P.O.V. I don't like working with incompetent wolf packs, but I need men. It's time those damn bunnies are killed once and for all. Everyone thinks they're a bunch of sweethearts, but I know the truth.