Banshee Supernatural Novels & Stories

Walking with all she can to reach the balcony. "I knew it! All of it was just a dream! You are here." She giggled, but it was not her usual cheerful giggle. Her giggle is nothing but a hair-rising giggle of a person slowly going mad. Delusional and hallucinating. She was about to reach the couple but her hand just went through nothing but wind. She gasped. Trying to reach for the couple who was just there who just vanished into thin air. "No!" Morrigan looked at her hands in horror as she saw blood tainting her fair hands. She grabbed her hair as she looked around her, desperately looking for the couple around her room. Her eyes widened, fear etched at her face, and as she peeked at her balc

My wolf went wild, fighting to break free and rip him apart. “Let go of my mate!” I roared. The power behind my voice echoed through the clearing, making the trees tremble and their branches shake. The girl’s eyes slowly opened at the sound of my voice, and she looked straight at me. The man stopped dragging her and quickly turned to face me. I took a slow, deep breath, forcing my power back under control. I couldn’t shift or expose myself. If humans found out I was a werewolf, everything would fall apart.

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.

The wolves immediately echoed his words. “Banish her!” “Banish her!” The chant thundered through the air. My world shattered. It felt like I was drowning. Desperate, I searched the crowd for someone—anyone—who might save me. That was when I saw her. Lilian. My stepmother. Maybe… just maybe… her hatred for me wasn't strong enough to let them banish the daughter of the man she once loved. At least, that was what I hoped. But instead of helping me, she glared coldly.

His face becoming solemn, Tristan’s gaze moved towards his friend lying motionless on the bed, “Then Allen- “beginning this statement, he was abruptly cut off by the Banshee’s cold reply, “Hurst, I’ll take care of my own partner.” Turning to face the next opponent that traipsed through the door, she then added, “But first we get rid of these possessed sons of bitches.” Swinging her blade around, it impaled his chest deeply, blood beginning to sputter from his mouth and his dazed eyes rolling back in his head. The Banshee gripped the hilt of her knife as she spoke the words of a spell Tristan had never heard before, “Despi.” Amazed to witness their assailant disappear into black wisps of dust

Her hair looks greasy, but her eyes are sanguine, like snakes. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.” She then pointed to the chairs beside the black table. The entire cabin looks neat, but all the things inside are too dark, making it look dim and creepy. Both of us sat down and waited for her to talk. She was holding a golden cup that brought light into the cabin. “So, a sanguis.” Alarick nodded, but I dropped my mouth with what she said. “She knows stuff,” Alarick whispered. “I wanted to know how I became like this. I was born and raised -”

she smiles. She’s probably right. Every full moon, Cordelia and sometimes her sister Claudia come out to help us and take care of the children that haven’t turned yet. I don’t know what other packs that don’t have humans or witches to help them do. Our alliance with Delia’s coven is the only reason we’ve survived this long and we all know it. “We should hurry this along,” Bo says, looking up at the sky.

If I wanted a new start, I needed to heal even those who caused me pain, just as Nora said when I had to leave with Leo for the Crescent Moon pack. I stopped in front of a room. Room 12. My heart hammered in my chest as I pushed the door open just enough to slip inside. My sister was sitting beside the bed, her head bowed in exhaustion. And her husband looked pale and was heaving loudly. Elias struggled to control the rare blood-clotting disease because his healing techniques worked mostly for humans and not for supernatural beings. He touched them to relieve their pain for a while. I swallowed hard. My scent was masked when I leaned forward and cleared my throat. At first, I thought Aisha w

“She is no longer the daughter of an Alpha. She is a Luna now.” With teary eyes, my father fell to his knees, shouting profanities at the Moon Goddess, screaming for her to answer him. He wanted to know why she had been so cruel to his daughter. Even I wanted to know why the Moon Goddess paired me with the Mate From Hell. I kicked and screamed when Trenton dragged me to the car. I was thrown in the backseat, my palms banging against the back glass, yelling for my father. My dad's eyes connected with mine for a second before the car drove off down the cobbled road.

“What does that mean?” “We tried to get her to explain, but before she could, she collapsed. It wasn’t just a simple seizure—it was as if something took hold of her.” A chill ran down my spine at the memory. “And then, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room. The doors and windows were shut, Leia. It wasn’t natural.” Leia’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth. “The witch! Calix, don’t you think she’s behind this? What if she’s watching us—listening to our every move?”