Warhammer Fantasy Banshee Novels & Stories

That cruel, demonesque smirk. It spoke louder and clearer than any word could ever say. He was going to find me and when he does... I clenched my eyes shut as my thoughts clouded. Through the haze of it, I could only see one thing on the canvas of my mind. My greys intermingled with black and then I was thrown into an odyssey of darkness. A maze of questions that didn't have answers. Madeline's form that awash the canvas scarlet and beside that Marienne's beautiful Turquoise eyes that held hatred for me.

At his command, all members of the Shadow warriors rose up on their feet. “Kneel,” he said to Aria. Aria went down on her knees, the heat of the fire scorched her face. Kael felt the heat on her skin. Her heart hammered. Kael approached the pot of fire, and drew out a rod from its center. At the edge of the rod was a face of a wolf; red and burning hot. “Do you swear to serve the Nightfang Pack with unwavering loyalty, forsaking all others?” Kael’s voice was both demanding and calm.

Alpha Jones asked fiercely. "To absorb both of you" she replied quickly. "Or David dies and I absorb you. It's a win win for me anyway" she chuckled. "Absorb?" Alpha Jones was confused. "I bewitch you, then you will die and become absorbed to me. I will become stronger and more powerful" she snorted . "So what do you stand to gain by all this? You will bewitch everyone including this fool called Daredevil, then we will all die. You will become more powerful after everyone had died. A lonely powerful woman" Alpha Jones chuckled.

So he ushered her in. "Hello Tianah. It's good to have you here. You are given the gift you received today because you will be needing it for your pack and the Lumen's pack too. Because a war will arise very soon. And with your gift you can destroy thousands of werewolf soldiers even before wolfing out. The werewolf goddess has saddled you with a gift. And now Tianah Luna of Greenville's pack is named the Banshee werewolf. "Banshee what?" Alpha Alex looked behind and saw Tianah's bone cracking and shape shifting as she accepted the title automatically as it was a word spoken out by the oracle of the werewolf goddess.

“The prophecy has been fulfilled. Tonight. In my tent. Neris shifted. She killed one of the Ironfang raiders to save my life. She is six summers old.” Elder Mara leaned forward, peering at me as though I were some strange new insect. I shook my head and pressed my face into my mother’s side. My mother’s hand tightened on my shoulder. “She is frightened. She is a child. But I saw it with my own eyes. Blue haze. Instantaneous shift. She tore the raider apart before he could finish what he started.” Elder Kael snorted. “Impossible. The first shift comes at eighteen, when the body and spirit are ready. A girl-child of six? Preposterous.”

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 same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

The monster army started rapidly advancing towards the Banshee army. "You can go as well, show them the strength of my army." The Tiger king ordered the army he controlled as well. As the armies accelerated, they soon started running towards the Banshee army with bloodthirsty expressions. The Banshee Army all started doing the same gesture resulting in the ground between them turning to ice, making most of the Monsters fall, while some stood their ground. A huge wave of fire appeared, melting the ice and attacking the Banshee army who made a wall of ice individually to survive the sea of flame. The fire melted the ice, but not before vanishing itself.

And he remembered the woman who had helped him flee—the one who whispered in Old Shadowborne as the alarms blared: “I have a little girl here. Just a little younger than you. One day… I’ll do the same for her.” His heart thundered as he opened the drawer. File after file. Most redacted. Most stamped “Deceased.” But one wasn’t. Subject 21-B Status: Escaped | Presumed Dead Lineage: Dragon-enhanced | Shadowborne fusion | Mother: High-tier shadow sorceress (missing) Power Level: Suppressed due to magical trauma | Potential: Extreme | Instability: High Notable Traits: Heterochromia (blue/green), irregular freckles, reactive shadow aura.

She throws her head back and screams the scream of a banshee in pain, knocking everyone but Sara to the floor. “Mama?” “Sara,” I groan her name while clasping my ear. Fuck me; these banshees sure can bring a man to his knees. Sara ignores me and walks closer to her mother. She takes Faye’s hands in her own, and I watch Sara take her banshee form for the first time. My Goddess, she’s magnificent! Sara’s hair turns midnight blue, her eyes to match, and my mouth is hanging open. “Felentia!” Sara chants and Faye stops screaming and smiles.