Harry Potter Banshee Novels & Stories

She was thinking maybe this place is located at the heart of the Island and not quite far from the camp. She has been walking for like an hour now but she can't feel any tiredness because of how astonishing the place was. She looks at the tree with orange leaves. She was sure she walks past by that tree already, why is it that she's seeing it again like three times all ready now?"Something's odd," she tilt her head while thinking. "There is no way out from her, I keep on walking on the same path all over again goodness!" She stops when she saw a man standing from a shining balete tree not too far from her. He looks familiar. He has almost the same features as her. Golden hair, not too light

She guessed she would never know why, especially because she couldn't read his mind. "Hazel, concentrate" he whispered. She closed her eyes and he stared at her, questions brewing in his mind. What was she if she wasn't a red blood? She didn't have blue eyes like the Sapphirans. Neither did she have black or red eyes like the black bloods. Did she even know the truth about her identity? He guessed not. He reached into her mind mentally until he could see what she saw. He opened a portal and at once, he could see Hazel's brother, Shade.

Lose the clarity of your gaze, from this moment you will see no more! Jeanne yelps, the spell has worked, she has gone blind. She spreads her trembling hands in front of her and growls. —Very good trick. I must admit, it is... uncomfortable not being able to see where I'm going. - She advances in my direction and I run away without turning my back on her.

“Well, you guys never really used your powers.” “I know what a Banshee is and I don't ever want to be a Banshee.” “But you are.” “No am not.” “The visions, screams, spacing out, predicting future... “ “They are all the powers of the white witch.” Hayden cut Bryan off and he rolled his eyes. “She is a Banshee, not a witch.” “I am not any of the two. Ugh, you guys' arguments are so annoying.” She scoffed and walked into the bathroom. ********** HOURS LATER

Nothing I have consumed or slept with has got me anywhere near the relief that came with even skin co tact or a drop of blood from her. I lay back onto the chairs lounge that came with the house and I examine my ribs. They are healing, but tender. What the Hell is she? She had found a banhee. I hadn't seen a banshee in decades, let alone its male counterpart. Most are not social and are unstable, choosing to isolate so they can have a break from the endless premonition of impending doom. Yet this one gravitates to her, leaning her her like a crutch or a mother figure.

"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."

Perhaps if he could somehow get his hands on one and use it, one of Esther's guards would come out and help him. Jones slowly inches closer to the dead guard, watching the banshees from the side of his eye. The wailing murder specters had gotten bored of loitering on this side of the barrier and were beginning to move toward the north barrier. Jones steps on a branch when he is halfway to the guard. He freezes, jumping into a bush to cover his body. A banshee near the back of the herd turns at the sound, her screams piercing his eardrums. Her eyes shift to red as she looks through the forest. Banshees could detect body heat; that is partially why they were successful at hunting humans. Vampi

spiders or Banshee. "Come here!" Banshee barked. 'Banshee is scarier,' Shamira thought. 'For now.' ------------- -------------- To be continued . . .

Willow, who was standing right in front of the magical door of the invisible banshee land, took a deep breath before entering. "Bring our Ladyship back…" uttered Crawford. Willow was holding a square-shaped mirror as a size of a gift box, she stepped inside the banshee land. The moment she stepped in, she laid her eyes on Genevieve who was entrapped between the circle of the banshees. Willow winked in her direction as if giving her a sign. Genevieve raised her hand in the air, asking all the banshee women to stop dancing. The tornado was still swivelling in the dark sky.

Not because she didn't know what was in the bag, but because she could see that she was shaking violently. The platinum-blonde-haired witch tried to compose herself and calmly explain why she was there. "As you know, Bianca, my sister, Dhara, and I are witches. However, each of us has a gift of our own. As for me, I am a potions master..." "Like Severus Snape?" cut in Bianca, suddenly excited. "Who?" asked Dhara and Darya in the same voice. Bianca quickly put a hand to her lips before clearing her throat in an attempt to quell the embarrassed laughter that ran through her. She thought hard, "Oh my God, Bianca! Did you seriously just quote a Harry Potter character to real witches?!"