Warhammer Fantasy Banshee Novels & Stories

The halberd burst into blinding silver flames and emitted a terrifying roar as it stabbed towards the banshee again. At that moment, Vlad joined his palms together. Spiritual flames raged on his body as he roared, "Domain: Banshee of Darkness, Soul Shackles."

“I know you might be wondering what Banshee is! So, A banshee is a female spirit in Irish folklore that heralds the death of a family member, usually by wailing, shrieking, or keening. Sometimes she has long streaming hair and wears a gray cloak over a green dress, and her eyes are red from continual weeping. She may be dressed in white with red hair and a ghastly complexion. The size of the banshee is another physical feature that differs between regional accounts. Though some accounts of her standing unnaturally tall are recorded, the majority of tales that describe her height state the banshee's stature as short, anywhere between one foot and four feet. Her exceptional shortness often goe

His current circumstances had proved his fear to be justified. Still, his emotions warred within him. The irrepressible stirrings of the mate bond continued to pull strongly at him the closer he got to her, though he continued to fight the infatuation. He would not become a mewling infant like his brother had on discovering Liv. Fated mates be damned. She wasn't even the type of woman he found attractive. Until tonight, he'd seen nothing the slightest bit feminine or submissive about her which was how he liked his women. This one was a shieldmaiden through and through, not a womanly curve in sight. Tonight, however, the soft, billowy gown she wore showed the curves she'd been hiding under he

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

"When Vraxlon found me in the territory of Hyenna and taught me how to create a portal, he said he was afraid of the powers of Banshee that existed in me. What does that really mean? What is this creature?” Faye straightened up and crossed her arms, turning her back to the cell and watching the window at the top, knowing very well that the other four women would know what we were saying. "Each world has its own different story about this kind of creature. In general, they are women who, when crying, transmit all kinds of bad agours with their tears. There are very old reports that could predict death, and others that say that they are the cause of the deaths they predict. However, a Banshee

She mused, eyeing her, and then her gaze flickered to Hunter. At the same time, Armando's best fighter stepped out of the portals surrounding them. There were so many of them. His whole army was there except him. "Put me down," She whispered and Hunter obliged but still held her close. "I'm excited," Lennox grinned like a psychopath and charged at them followed by Luca. A warrior tried to attack Silvia but Hunter stepped forward. Silvia noticed Rachael was chanting a spell to attack Hunter. Inhaling sharply Silvia used her magic and raised herself in the air as she attacked Rachael who dodged her attack.

I made a list of the eight, each assigning them to one person. Caden Winnow, Alpha of the Winnow pack Bane Fangworth, Marcel’s father and former Alpha of Fangworth pack Fenrir of the Night, Alpha of Night pack Ragnar Blackclaw, Alpha of Claw pack Lykos Bloodrose. Alpha of the Bloodrose pack Grim, Alpha of the Midnight pack Zayne Wilde, Alpha of the Wilde pack Alaric Wolfsage, Alpha of the Wolf Sage pack I handed each name to the eight assassins. “The last person is Hayden Storm, the Alpha of the storm pack but I will handle that personally,” I told them.

“Unfortunately she is growing quickly. I can only assume it's due to what she is, “ Cesan said, disheartened, and I furrowed my brow as I took her into my arms. Noticing a grayish hue to her pale complexion, I exhaled. “She has a lot of your Fae genes, and I don't sense a wolf in her,” I growled sullenly. “She is like Sin, but is a Goddess of the moon and has your stunning beauty,” he clarified. Noticing a crescent moon-shaped birthmark on her sternum, I nodded. “She's got a crescent moon mark over her heart.” Nodding his head, Cesan said, “Yeah…Daray knows that she was born and will be coming. I saw his shadow monsters and his adopted son, Zeno's pet ravens, snooping around.”

After a little tantrum from the man-child - Hanzel Victor, the group disperses as missions were taken to action. By the far north east was one of the banshees as said. Victor blinked rapidly at the womanly figure which was glowing in the middle of the forest. It looked it she was crying. Banshee do nothing except for crying. "Why does she sound so big...? She's far enough to be that loud." "What do you think, genius? Banshee are built for that reason! Do you have your dagger? I hope you didn't bring your favorite one." As they were closing in to their target, they couldn't help but hold a conversation.

I rebuke. Her eyes grey bright orange with my remark, and I swear just for a moment her nails grew longer and horns began to form on either side of her head. But she seemed to calm herself and her body returned to its normal state as of nothing had happened. She stood eyes closed breathing deeply. When she opened them again, her brown eyes stared back at me. “Tormund?” She called to her bodyguard, her eyes never leaving my face. No other words were spoken between them, it was as if their conversation was spoken telepathically. He stalked forwards, not stopping to look at Angelique, his eyes were set on me. I stumble backwards, my back hit against a hard, cold surface. He was getting nearer.