Romans & histoires Banshee Synonym

What could possibly be worse than being possessed? "I believe you're a Banshee. You must certainly be descended from one." He carefully watched my reaction. He realized that it wasn't the first time I had heard the word Banshee, but he said nothing about it. He simply continued: "Banshees, just like vampires, Shapeshifters, and creatures of darkness, are forbidden on the island. We only bring Ashins here when they are harmless or when their nature is not evil." "And are Banshees evil?"

What I've avoided for years has come rushing to my feet. Damien eyes changed, I was a bit surprised when he eyes turned yellow, I knew them to be green whenever he changed. Listening to him scream, his voice was so loud that it shook the whole earth, I knew at this point that Damien was a descendant of Alpha Jack Hale, the god of banshees. Banshee is a tribe known for massive destruction with their voices, their werewolves but of an exotic species and very rare to find. They're very few now, knowing the results of what they can do it the adverse effects their voice could bring on the land.

Nueva and Evie said in unison. "A Banshee can premonish death by hearing voices in their minds", Mira explained. Shivers ran down Nueva's back, and she exhaled a low sigh. She was secretly glad to have become a werewolf and not a Banshee. "She taught me something else I would like to try with you guys tonight" Mira's voice sounded excited. "As long as it's not an Ouija board" Evie shrugged her shoulders nervously. "No, nothing like that." Mira chuckled, making her curly fiery red hair bop. "So, what she said was, you put a glass of water in a window at night in the light of the moonshine."

‘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.

she replied with a hint of a tease. I cringed. It’s like we’d only just met, yet she knew how to push all my buttons. As the youngest of the family, my mum had always referred to me as ‘baby’. My older brothers teased me mercilessly, calling me a sook every time I complained about anything, and it was a bit of a sore point. “Banshees wail to signal a prediction of death. They can also be warnings. If they think you’re about to do something from which you may not escape alive, they can warn you with their shrieking.”

“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

Dan was still bored, and Mane still had that mocking smile on his face. “Is that all?” Mane looked visibly disappointed and the Banshees finally looked panicked, much to Dan’s amusement. Banshees were physically weaker than other high classes. Their trump card was their powerful screeches that could disturb the souls of even some High Classes. But as long as that was ineffective, they were basically lambs to the slaughter. As Mane was about to make a move, he saw the largest male Banshee turn back and scream.

Given its formidable power, I hesitated, unsure if I should unleash my banshee wail. Tired of being the damsel in distress I figured I would use my banshee scream. I wanted to be able to help and make things okay. So I waited until they got closer to me and used my banshee tone hoping that I could control it to the point I wouldn't kill everyone on the boat.

The banshee didn't flinch, so Bella got on top of me, but I lifted my wounds and the creature stopped abruptly. She moved away, and when she opened her mouth, Aisha fired a barrage of alloy bullets at her to stop her from singing. A banshee's song could be not only dangerous but also lethal. “I have to get closer; I have to finish proving my point,” I said with conviction. “This isn't good, Selene. We need to leave now. This is bad. This—” Bella fell silent as the banshee advanced, so I raised my arm again and finally touched the creature. The banshee fell to the ground, then began to shake and vomit thick, disgusting black blood.

, Mia looked at Ayena, typical Ayena, "Well continue, what's next?" "Oh um it says a Banshee's wail, collected at the stroke of midnight", Mia read on. "A Banshee's wail is that of pain, hurt, grief and can also be a sign of death. I took this yesterday when you asked where I have been and captured it into this beautiful bottle", Ayena educated Mia as she put the bottle into her bag with the other ingredients and more to come. "Next we have the Blackened thorn from a Wraithwood tree which is to be harvested under the veil of darkness", Mia read on.