Dc Comics Banshee Novels & Stories

She asked finally looking at me directly in the eyes. "Asher Xanthos De Campo is the one I'm thinking about." "He absolutely despises criminals and work against them so how on hell's earth do you plan on getting him to defend your sister in court knowing she twists necks for a living," she asked raising her eyebrows. I stayed silent and she turned around facing me entirely. "You're going to torture him?" "I'll do what I need to for my family. Its not as if his sister isn't the Jefe of the Mexican cartel."

l looked down and found a dagger sticking out of me. "W-what the hell, Alexus?" Banshee: She fucking stabbed us. I'm taking over. Mark: No! I helplessly watched as Alexus attempted to run away. Banshee caught up to her and tackled her to the forested floor. He quickly straddled her again and wrapped his hands around her throat as she tried to buck him off her. She was a she-wolf. She couldn't match Banshee in strength. The only way she would win against him is by chance or by catching him off guard; two things Banshee would never allow.

Arthur yelled as a heavy Stone flew at Banshee who was luckily alert as she crushed it by squeezing her hand. "Welcome…we have been waiting for you" Banshee whispered as she picked up a small wooden pot. "Not so fast!" She exclaimed and blew out some smoke coming from the pot, stopping Arthur from trying to get away. "I have had enough of your taunting and drama. Enough of you and that bratty daughter of yours. I need my peace!" She held as she broke the pot. "You can never have your peace so long as my blood is still out there. I will come back for you sooner than you expect" Arthur yelled as a heavy wind was pulling him towards the pool.

It was too low to hear anything, but when Ventura’s pale green vampire eyes fell on me, his smile widened, showing me his long canines. “I wanted to ask, what happened to the girl in the file?” Ventura questioned as he slid to the edge of his seat and leaned closer to me. “Surely, Ventura, you already know. The report I gave my father was thorough. She’s a bounty hunter who had been given the Michael Umbridge contract. Her sole job was to bring him to jail. Which she successfully did.”

he searched for the word, "Business ventures. The Blood Moon Ball is the event, everyone who is anyone will be there." "Wait are you suggesting that Izzie attend to get information for potential targets," Jake's eyes widened. "Exactly," Cassius smiled at Jake, mistaking Jake's statement for back up. Izzie just stared at him with her jaw hanging open. "So you're cool with that?" Jake probed, "Betraying your own kind?" Cassius just shrugged, unbothered by what Jake had just implied, "I don't want to see the gruesome details or anything, but sure why not. Besides, we're immortal, got to cull the herd somehow."

‘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.

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.

"But I have never felt you. I didn't feel you until this moment. How were you able to conceal your presence?" "It is not my doing." She replied. "The emblem of the banished has concealed my presence. I was only able to get a chance to manifest because you were in a moment where your only desire was to live. And it was so intense. Your survival instincts opened a door and let me in." "I guess I should thank almost getting killed by a bunch of savages for that." I chuckled. I remained under the shed as the rain poured, getting to know each other. For once, I forgot every of my problems and communicated to my wolf with great enthusiasm.

“What is it?” Darius didn’t answer right away. His gaze flicked to the pack members gathered in the ceremonial hall, some sitting, some standing, all of them waiting. She could feel the eyes of the entire pack on her, and the heat in her chest intensified. Something wasn’t right. He took a deep breath, a long pause that seemed to stretch on forever. Then, he spoke. “Selene Nightshade, I, Darius, Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack, hereby reject you as my Luna.”

“They said the bond would make you glow. But I didn’t believe them.” Liora’s blood turned cold. “Hale,” she said, voice low. “Rogue scum.” His smile widened. “You flatter me.” Hale was dangerous—not just because of his strength, but because of his mind. He wasn’t like the feral rogues Crescent hunted at the borders. He was educated in the old ways. His pack had broken from the Shadowclaw years ago, and rumor said he’d once been in line for a Beta position before bloodshed turned him into an exile.