Harry Potter Banshee Novels & Stories

“What is so funny about Harry Potter?” “Do you know how much your mother loves Harry Potter? Those are her books.” She sets the book down and looks at me with disbelief. “No they’re not.” “Ask her. I promise you. I can tell you she is house HufflePuff and her patronus is a wolf. And she knew that before she knew of the magical world.” “Mine is a dog,” she replies and goes back to reading.

"I can't see her. Alyssa focus your mind on what the image of this girl looks like '' Alyssa's mum instructed her. "Mum I am trying" Alyssa said in a very low tone as if she was about to cry. "You are Banshee's daughter, one of the most powerful witches and you are telling me you cannot focus your thoughts on the image of an ordinary human" Banshee scolded her whining daughter. "I'm really trying my best" Alyssa made herself comfortable and tightened her eyes as she began to think about nothing else but Mia. Banshee was very disappointed because the image of Mia she kept on seeing was blurry and she couldn't make any sense out of it.

Petrified that he might actually get his hands on Sky, I use all my strength to get out of his grasp. James is startled by the fact that I have just effortlessly manhandled him. I'm a little shocked too but I don't dare show him that. He stumbles onto the ground and the shock in his eyes us somehow visible even though it's dark. I'm pretty sure I'm not my usual self right now so I don't question how I'm able to see this clearly in the dark. James's confusion grows when he sees his prescious Aurora stalking over him, I guess the demon version of Aurora never stood up to him, well guess what, I'm not Aurora and it's time dear James understood that.

“Are you under attack, Fran?” I was able to mirror his smile. “I think we can say so, yeah.” The waiter brought the bill and Harry handed him a black credit card. “How much? I mean, you need me to hold you, kiss you, just rest a casual hand on the small of your back?” “Grab me by the hand to leave.” “That’s subtle.” Harry chuckled softly. “Breathe, Fran. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Or a Haunter. The Haunter Supreme, to be accurate. I was still seeing him. And he was still staring at me, like wishing oh so bad his eyes were knives.

She chuckled, and I wondered whether she knew how to do anything rather than smile. “ Ohh you look lovely,” She complimented, and I smiled, “I made those.” She pointed to the scrunchie on my hair. “ Really? They are nice.” I said, slightly touching them. “ So are you a wolf too?” Curiosity got the better of me, I wanted to ask whether she was a beta or an omega. I had to ask, she's even too jovial to be a wolf, right? “ No. I'm a banshee.” Okay that wasn't what I was expecting. A banshee living in the midst of wolves. That's new.

"Because once you perform that little spell in your pockets, Caine here won't remember a thing about his whereabouts." "How did you know about the spell?" Sammy asked. Belle shocked them all by bursting into laughter. She pointed at Caine. "Psychic Boy knows everything!" Her laughter became tears and quietened to stifled sobs when Damien kicked her in the side. She began to plead quietly, begging Damien to release her from the spell, but the sound of her voice was drowned out by the rain hammering the window and the howling of the wind. The glass rattled in the pane, threatening to break under the pressure of the storm outside.

Hurry! If only it's so easy to turn around and indeed flee from this poisonous screech of death. Banshees are known for their 'cry of death' that predicts death and does not bestow it. But this isn't your regular Banshee. Its powers have been tweaked with darkness and is now a corrupt being whose cry now bestows death on any living thing that hears it. I press my hands harder, struggling to shut the noise out. But it's so difficult and I begin to wane in energy and focus, my knees trembling and eyes going blurry.

The casting Unspeakable started to cast a very specific diagnostic. *groan* "Really?" "Really." "Gibbers?" He asked the casting Unspeakable. The cloaked man finished his spell and directed his cloaked face to his superior. "Affirmative for Horcrux." "Bloody Hell. Who is the kid?" The gloved Unspeakable, Buzzer, went to one of the books still on top of the bed and opened it, reading the name written on the front cover's back out loud. "Ginny Weasley."

His gaze remained riveted on the mesmerizing sight as he added, “need not speak the words your eyes so clearly confess, love.” C O P Y R I G H T This book is solely a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, incidents and/or occurrences are products of the author's imaginations, and have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual person(s), living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental. Her Strength Her Bane © 2023 by Laramie. Published by O. A. F., writing under the pseudonym, Laramie.

But to her relief she did not find him anywhere. He has magic powers. He may stand right beside you bringing shivers down your spine even by staying invisible. Her conscience intervened The complete family burst to laughter. "Amara is very cute and an innocent girl. She doesn't even know what are the things that could be let out or keep undisclosed." One of her aunts smiles peering at her in motherly love." Amara forced a shy smile. She should play along until her family leaves the house. Otherwise all of them will be dead within fraction of seconds.