Warhammer Fantasy Banshee Novels & Stories

A bald circular area, five kilometers in radius, akin to a desert, emerged around the Blood Bane Energy. The garrison's fighters, Brodie, Ash, and three other soldiers, assumed defensive stances, struggling to maintain their footing. However, over ten slightly weaker non-soldier fighters were swept away. Among them, one unfortunate individual crashed into a large rock after being struck by the massive shockwave. He sustained severe injuries and lost consciousness. This shockwave then extended to Exasword. The reach of the Blood Bane Energy had once again expanded, forming a massive blood ball with a diameter of three to four kilometers. Waves of blood surged on its surface, occasionally form

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.

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains.

"Banish her, Alpha!"a man shouted. I looked at him and just shook my head. I couldn't accept what I heard from him. Until many followed what he said. "Banish her! Banish that woman!” That's the word my own pack yells over and over again. I can't quite imagine that they would be able to say that to their own Luna. How did they manage to banish me away? I gave them all my loyalty and love. But is this all they will give me in return?

"I would have been dead already if you didn't fight with that crazy woman." "That was Francine, Alpha William's daughter." "You keep talking about this alpha, William. Who is he?" "He's the leader of the Bone Reaver, the pack where I belonged. He's powerful and cruel. I killed his wife during my transformation; that's why they banished me, but that's not enough. He sent his troops to kill me." "No wonder why there are a lot of them who want to kill you. But you are so strong to survive them all."

She felt like a child who had wondered into an R rated movie. "Our employees are all chosen for their exceptional physical traits. All the men are at least six feet tall, all are younger than thirty, and all are-" Here Mrs. Hartley hesitated, making Emma look up. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she held her hands a little over a foot apart. "-well endowed," she finished. "The ladies are also chosen carefully," she continued. "They are all well-toned and have a bra size of at least DD. A dozen ladies are available for fantasy play, as well as more than twenty males."

“What is it?” Darius didn’t answer right away. His gaze flicked to the pack members gathered in the ceremonial hall, some sitting, some standing, all of them waiting. She could feel the eyes of the entire pack on her, and the heat in her chest intensified. Something wasn’t right. He took a deep breath, a long pause that seemed to stretch on forever. Then, he spoke. “Selene Nightshade, I, Darius, Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack, hereby reject you as my Luna.”