Warhammer Fantasy Banshee Novels & Stories

He was still worried. "I really hate the emotional Shane," She told him and he forced out a laugh watching her wrap the whip back into a curl. The silver whip was Allegra's favourite weapon, the one used in conquering until they attained this position. The silver does intense damage to wolves and takes longer to heal a good weapon choice. "Stay safe," He told her and she nodded. "We survived high-ranking packs, Shane. Intruders will be no problem" She assured and without warning dived off the mountaintop.

he thrummed his fingers against his knuckles nervously, “taking that into account, as well, I have decided that on the morrow you will march with the twenty third battalion of the Wolf-furs which will serve as reinforcements for the war that has been raging at the realm’s borders—despite your need to handle personal matters—under the command of Most Reverend Father Bratvi Arrufa. After which, upon the conclusion of the war you are to return to the cathedral where you will be moved to serve out the duration of a one-year sentence in the king’s Bavarest…” The last one shook a reaction out of Sethlzaar. He took a step forward in resistance but stopped himself. “Bavarest?!” he growled. “… pendin

It tried to swallow him whole, but Asher prevented its mouth from closing with his legs. Impatient, Evelyn sent the twelve beasts that had been circling him. Asher dispatched them through sheer strength. Finn avoided them by swerving and swaying and stumbling. “Alright, Finn, let’s see you fight this.” Evelyn unraveled the bandages around her gigantic, revealing that it was not made of metal but made of gold with spikes instead of a flat blade. It ran down until its hilt. “This is another trump card that I trained with. It was hard to train, but now it's finally obeying my commands."

At the same time, she looked at Caspian with resentment, as if she would die the next moment. "Do you think you won? Do you think you can get this treasure?" The banshee struggled to breathe. She slowly raised her hand and held the Archean Demonic Soul Talisman in her palm. "Here you are!" As if trying her best, the banshee screamed and threw the magic weapon away. The corners of the banshee's mouth suddenly lifted when Caspian looked away. Her weak expression disappeared in an instant. A look of determination appeared on her face. "I have already remembered your appearance and aura. When I report it to the Ancestor, we will definitely come back and tear you to pieces!"

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

"Sharona never did. Not when she locked me away. Not when she murdered and burned the other packs. She's only ever wanted one thing - control. And will do anything to get it." "And now she thinks she can get it through war," I whisper. Cyre nods. "But one thing is stopping her. Standing in her way. And she's here to remove it." "What is that?" I whisper half curiously. Cyre hesitates. "You!" My heart stutters. "What do you mean?" Derek steps protectively in front of me, his stance shifting - Alpha, guardian, mate. But Cyre's eyes stay fixed on mine. "You're a Banshee. And only your scream can ruin everything she's built."

Before he could register what was happening, he immediately saw several types of creatures run in with shouts of war and at the same time, saw the leaders who didn’t wish to be involved, leave them meeting. Each soldier/warrior in front of him had wolfsbane coated on their swords and every single tool they planned to use. The sight sickened him as much as it cracked him up. He had never been more grateful for his secrecy because one important thing they did nit know was that wolfsbane, almost had zero effect on him, and that is if their swords would manage to touch him. The clans present and in support of this were only three: the vampires, the bears and the shifters.

Not anymore. Shadowhearth’s stronghold rose from the land like it had been grown instead of built—dark stone and redwood timber, reinforced with iron braces and watchtowers manned by silent guards. Wolves. Not boys in borrowed armor. Fighters. Soldiers. A proper pack. My fingers flexed at my sides. Ven walked beside me, calm as ever. “You’re quiet.” “Observing.” “And judging?” I shrugged. “Only myself.” He shot me a look but didn’t push.