Banshee 1993 の小説・ストーリー

She replied, bowing in respect. We stayed with them for a little while after which we started coming back. Suddenly a figure appeared on our way back to the Pack. It was a ghostly-like figure and it's often known and called Banshee. "Omg, Sophia, this is a bad omen. Banshee only appears to warn one concerning a death that is about to happen" Bradley whispered into my ears. I lifted my gown and held her hands for us to make a run for it, but then the Banshee spoke up.

My eyes scanned the first page quickly. “A Male wolf and a hunter that recently returned from border patrol near the eastern forest. Symptoms began forty-eight hours after return.” My heartbeat slowed slightly. Eastern forest? I flipped to the next page quickly. Then froze completely. There was a strange symbol sketched at the bottom corner of the report. A crescent shape crossed by claw marks. My blood ran ice cold. “No way…”

She couldn't finish her sentence, as Hylton raised his hand and slammed the tablet on the coffee table in front of her. The glass surface cracked instantly with a sharp, jarring sound. Priscilla flinched in fear, her face going pale in an instant. "Take a look." Hylton's voice was hoarse, laced with a chilling coldness that made the air freeze. Priscilla's hands trembled as she tapped the report open. As her eyes skimmed through the text and images, her face grew even paler, her body beginning to shake uncontrollably. "N-No! It's not true! Let me explain! This isn't real!"

Given its formidable power, I hesitated, unsure if I should unleash my banshee wail. Tired of being the damsel in distress I figured I would use my banshee scream. I wanted to be able to help and make things okay. So I waited until they got closer to me and used my banshee tone hoping that I could control it to the point I wouldn't kill everyone on the boat.