Banshee Supernatural Novels & Stories

"Each world has its own different story about this kind of creature. In general, they are women who, when crying, transmit all kinds of bad agours with their tears. There are very old reports that could predict death, and others that say that they are the cause of the deaths they predict. However, a Banshee means a woman who can use her body as a weapon. Every part of it, from the nails to the tip of the tongue. The cry of a Banshee can break skulls and destroy mountains, as well as being a warning to those who esteem it, making it easier for them to find its location if it is in danger.” "It was my scream that scared the sea monster of Hyenna "I spoke softly. However, from the corner of my

I can’t imagine what it would be like to grow up actually knowing about your magic and even knowing that you have a purpose. “That’s… wow. So, if you don’t mind, would you tell me more about your magic?” I ask. Some people are really defensive about sharing that kind of information. I suppose it can lead to sharing your weaknesses which can be sort of awkward to tell a near stranger. “I don’t mind at all. I so rarely get to talk about all this. So, as I mentioned I am a Banshee so my natural magic is to foresee when someone is about to die and… announce a warning.” He starts. I nod my understanding. Announce is an understatement. Banshees scream to signal someone is about to die, the scream

Somewhere a giant Redwood crashed to a forest floor then she’d snapped back to reality, her trance over. Her throat had felt dry, and her breathing was shallow and quick. She’d been covered in a cold sweat and had run to the kitchen and downed an entire bottle of water at once, then leaned over the kitchen counter and sobbed. She knew what she was, a Banshee: a harbinger of death, and she’d just seen her lover die, and it had been at the hands of his most trusted member of the pack and its leading elders. Granted, it was a mere vision, a foreboding of what could happen, but that didn’t stop her from being this shaken – she’d swallowed hard and tried to catch her breath – because if she’d see

This scream, however, was so powerful it sent the man flying backward. Anastasia gasped, revealing that I was not a wolf but a banshee. Victor dismissed me saying I was as good as dead, but Anastasia countered, claiming that I could defeat him with her banshee abilities. Victor scoffed, doubting that Banshee's powers could ever overpower an alpha wolf. While listening to them talk about wolves, banshees, and abilities, I sat there shocked at what had just happened.

We've heard of the Headless Horseman, Dracula, Frankenstein, and The Mummy... All male supernatural and paranormal monsters. But what about the female ones? Can't we give them a chance and see what stories they have to offer? Well, we are doing that now in this chapter of the Supernatural Spa and I truly hope you like these tales that were personally experienced by some of my friends at PAS and Paramdam. Enjoy! +++++++++++ Female Spirit Story #1: Hide and Seek

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

He told him. "Ohh now it makes sense. Enzo must have put me under a spell that I forgot everything. Saint put me asleep. And in the morning when I was scared, Zee calmed me down. And wait, Max can read minds. Oh no. Am dead. Oh god". He held his head and Stephen laughed. "And what power do you have"? "Well as a vampire we have the power of lightning speed. But Blaze is different. Being Alpha, Blaze has the power to heal. Himself and others too. Even if someone has a fatal wound, Blaze can heal it quickly". He explained and Callum felt his eyes can’t be wide anymore.

“I’m a Banshee and I have been a Banshee since birth because I inherited that from my paternal grandmother. Keeping my identity a secret is not a big deal, however, my parents already know of it and have been helping me outlive my fears of hurting people. Since we moved into New Orleans, we realize I can’t hide it for long because of the supernatural happenings around us. Dead bodies are being found almost every day and I can’t ignore it but use my abilities to keep my family safe.” Banshees do have supernatural abilities; however, they are not supernatural beings like werewolves and witches. In other words, they can’t be controlled by the supernatural and they do not have immortality like t

"When I get my bones on her, I'm gonna— well make her wish she was dead dead." "So she's a banshee," Isis spoke. "I've never faced a banshee before, so I was dumbfounded by her powerful aura." "A banshee is a very powerful being. They are the harbinger of coming doom to her mortal kindred. The ones in the human world hover in the moonlight, lamenting with veiled faces because if a human sees a Banshee's eyes they weep bitterly until they die. The cry of this spirit is mournful beyond all other sounds on earth and betokens certain death to people whenever it is heard in the silence of the night." Skully's explanation sent chills up my spine. But something told me that there was more to the st