Mythological Creatures Banshee Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I can’t imagine what it would be like to grow up actually knowing about your magic and even knowing that you have a purpose. “That’s… wow. So, if you don’t mind, would you tell me more about your magic?” I ask. Some people are really defensive about sharing that kind of information. I suppose it can lead to sharing your weaknesses which can be sort of awkward to tell a near stranger. “I don’t mind at all. I so rarely get to talk about all this. So, as I mentioned I am a Banshee so my natural magic is to foresee when someone is about to die and… announce a warning.” He starts. I nod my understanding. Announce is an understatement. Banshees scream to signal someone is about to die, the scream

As I enter my classroom, I take my seat, and soon, the teacher announces today’s assignment. “Morning, class. Today, we will remember when wolves and fangs were our biggest enemy.” Mr. Granbury announces. Back to the conversation earlier, the urban legends of Blackfoot go far back. The Shoshone tribe had many run-ins with them, as my people called them night stalkers, because they only rummaged through the fields late at night. They turn into humans only during full moons, which is the other way around in all the movies. Some say a witch put a curse on them, keeping them in wolf form and only human for the short days of the full moon.

Her long hair streamed in the air around her head, with her light dress flying open, revealing her dead translucent legs. Shaina opened her mouth, and he saw a huge black hole. The woman had become a banshee after her death. Who knew where she was dwelling now and from where the Nocturne of Death had summoned her to Firel? However, the fact remained that she wasn’t a simple spirit. The necromancer frowned and snapped his fingers. Her banshee’s scream was too much. The same moment, the woman gripped her throat and closed her mouth. Then, she flung up her arms and leant back, opening her palms and soundlessly moving her lips.

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.

she sighed as she peeked between my legs. Reaching out for him he clasped my hand. “The deity is Elatha. Name her Erissa Finnegani if I don't make it through this,” I muttered through another contraction. “Elatha is a Celtic moon Goddess,” he asserted then nodded with an awkward smile on his face. “You're strong and will get through this, Lyric,” he reassured me as Holly told me to push when the urge came.

"Nope. Beautiful hunch, but you're wrong. So, you're a fae male?" "Mhm, technically yes. I'm a hybrid of werewolf and fae actually." Cool. "That's awesome." He looked at Bakaashi and came close to pet him. "Did you know the fae boy right here is afraid of cute Ferrets?" Kai looked mortified and I laughed. "This dumbass is the worst person you should've said that to, little witch." He said slapping his hand on his forehead. "Oh my gods, are you afraid of a cutie thing like this? Are serious, Kai?"

She seemed to peaceful in her sleep and I close my eyes. I'm startled awake by screaming and for a moment I forget where I am. The woman I saved was wielding a kitchen knife at me, fear washing over her face. I hold my hands up to show her I wasn't armed. I left my short swords by the door. Recognition fills her eyes and drops the knife. "The legend is true? You're the Dhampir," she asks in disbelief, reaching to touch my face. I close my eyes to her touch and picture my mother. Tears roll down my cheeks and she pulls her hands away. "Thank you for saving my life."

She says, as a whisper. Nevertheless, everyone can hear her. They all hear what she said, but nobody moves. Except for their eyes as they look to Orpheus for direction. All eyes looking toward our leader for what to do with the beast in front of them. A beast that should no longer exist yet, unfortunately, here I am. In front of them all. Orpheus is shell shocked, frozen in place. His eyes are as wide as saucers. Fear. Disbelief. Anger. Those three emotions can be read in his gaze. He looks conflicted, which is an emotion I’ve not ever seen on his face before. However, this is something new to us all. Wolves. Werewolves, to be exact, have been extinct for over a century now. Hunters wiped th