Mythical Creatures Banshee Novels & Stories

“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

“And this is what he would look like for you if he could.” I saw the next picture and laughed heartedly, because it was a white fluffy poodle. We sat on the fallen tree I’d officially declared my bench, a few steps away from the water, and lingered there, talking. I couldn’t believe my ears when she confirmed my theory of the scavenger changed by living energy, and that this event had put it —him— on the way to becoming what some called a half-breed demon, with the skill to live attached to living humans and manipulate them to get his daily fix of negative vibes.

She replied, bowing in respect. We stayed with them for a little while after which we started coming back. Suddenly a figure appeared on our way back to the Pack. It was a ghostly-like figure and it's often known and called Banshee. "Omg, Sophia, this is a bad omen. Banshee only appears to warn one concerning a death that is about to happen" Bradley whispered into my ears. I lifted my gown and held her hands for us to make a run for it, but then the Banshee spoke up.

"A what?" "A Banshee," I repeated. "They're rare, really rare. And they have the power to sense death and when they scream they can hurt people with their voice." "That's impossible," she said. "I'm not a Banshee. I'm just me. I'm just human." "You made everyone in the training grounds bleed from their ears," I said gently. "That's not human Nyx." She looked down at her hands again. They were shaking. "This can't be real."

"Evelyn tell me what happened," he inquired with a frown, his usually calm collected demeanor crumbling apart with the realization of what his mate might be, if she was what he suspected her to be then her life was jeopardously in grave danger, the banshees were not only feared but haunted as well, the most powerful banshees in the past were not only able to prophesy a pending death but were able to cause death as well.

“This belongs to Thomas's mother. Your grandmother. She was a banshee along with some other things. You are a were- banshee.” “Am I supposed to know what a banshee is? “I would be impressed if you did”, my dad snickered. My mom shot him a look while he shrugged. “A banshee is also known as the wailing woman. A harbinger of death. A banshee is one that has the ability to predict death along with some other special gifts like visions. Banshees are known for their cry or like what happened at school when your scream shattered all the glass in the classroom.”

I close my eyes for a brief moment. Four thousand full moons. That is how long it has been since the last Death Mother walked this land. Long enough for the world to forget. But not the witches. The Banshee is no mere human. She is a force of nature, a harbinger of doom and rebirth. A spirit and power bound in flesh, carrying the screams of death and the power to foretell death. A seer of soul and fate. If this girl - this Alessia- truly possesses that power, then everything has changed.

Lord Nathan whispered to take hold of her delicate hand. Both of them running towards the invisible door which could take them out of the banshee land. "Don't look back!" Lord Nathan warned her but it was too late. She had already looked back. Genevieve noticed the banshee named Nazneen was flying towards them, her real appearance was much more different than before. She wasn't any kind of a beautiful woman with white hair and coloured hair but a creature...a horrific witch. Genevieve had seen this kind of woman in movies and television only.

“I’m having visions about this first queen of Laera Kingdom.” “Queen Gaea?” Caiden asked with wide eyes. Sophia nodded. “The queen who turned Elijah into a dragon.” She began to recount her visions and conversations with Gaea, even the part where Gaea told Sophia she had to become the Bane of the Dragons and that the dragons are coming.” “That’s quite suspicious, Soph.” She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “How so?” “First, Queen Gaea showed herself to you. Second, she knew what was going to happen, and third, she was telling you to become the Bane of the Dragons instead of Elijah Trueblade? Did you even know the story behind the Trueblade family?”

she added, peeking at me under her lashes. Her wolf must have felt my wolf in antagonizing pain. “Tell me something I don’t know,” I snapped. “I’ll mind link Hanna,” Helena mumbled before walking beside me. Right after that, I heard light footsteps coming near. “Give me way, Helena!” she shrieked, pushing her twin sister away. Helena, raising both her hands, rolled her eyes.“Alright!” “Logan,” her shaky voice was heard as her hands went up to my cheeks. “The dagger was tied with wolfsbane,” Helena uttered.