Banshee Creature の小説・ストーリー

He answered my question. I took a deep breath. " Am I?" He snitched. " Of course not. If I’m right, it’s worse than that." I widened my eyes, what could be worse than being possessed? " I believe you are a Banshee. Surely you are descended from one." He looked carefully at my reaction. And he realized that it wasn’t the first time I heard the word Banshee, but he didn’t say anything about it, he just went on, " Banshees as well as vampires, shifters and dark beings are forbidden on the island, we bring here only Ashins who are helpless or their nature is not evil."

Turns out, the banshee did go to Jean's territory, meeting the beta named Roman there to report everything she's seen. Jacob couldn't believe his eyes. ...Jean sacrificed a hundred animal hearts for the banshee to feed on. Like delicacy. The banshee disappeared quickly, taking the bag full of bloody mass over her shoulder. Jacob - not even in his wildest of imaginations - could've guessed Jean could do something so low. What about the animals he's hunted then? Well, his huge troop of a pack had feasted on it for days. Some were even sent to the human city for consumption.

He is definitely in for a surprise. "Well, we're friends from now." I extend my hand for the man in the skin of Gorius. He studies my palm, extended out for a friendly handshake. But the moment his hand is clasped in mine, I pull him towards me and grab the knife that Gorius always has on him. That was real, it wasn't an illusion of the BANSHEE. Yes. He is a Banshee. The most vicious creatures I've ever studied about. The knife is stabbed straight into the Banshee's throat while I tell for help.

Somewhere a giant Redwood crashed to a forest floor then she’d snapped back to reality, her trance over. Her throat had felt dry, and her breathing was shallow and quick. She’d been covered in a cold sweat and had run to the kitchen and downed an entire bottle of water at once, then leaned over the kitchen counter and sobbed. She knew what she was, a Banshee: a harbinger of death, and she’d just seen her lover die, and it had been at the hands of his most trusted member of the pack and its leading elders. Granted, it was a mere vision, a foreboding of what could happen, but that didn’t stop her from being this shaken – she’d swallowed hard and tried to catch her breath – because if she’d see

"Evelyn tell me what happened," he inquired with a frown, his usually calm collected demeanor crumbling apart with the realization of what his mate might be, if she was what he suspected her to be then her life was jeopardously in grave danger, the banshees were not only feared but haunted as well, the most powerful banshees in the past were not only able to prophesy a pending death but were able to cause death as well.

"There’s a creature inside. It hates slaves, especially werewolves. And you... you’re human. That makes it worse." I stared at her, trying to figure out if she was joking. Her face said she wasn’t. "You didn’t know?" she asked, then added casually, "We’ve got all kinds of creatures here. Spirits, things that go bump in the night. There’s even one that screams so loud it can burst your eardrums." "A banshee?" I asked. She nodded. "Yeah. One of those." We kept walking. The gravel crunched beneath our feet, the air strangely still.

' I get a lot of pop-up sites for games, movies, and shows that feature a banshee, but what catches my attention is the definition. According to G****e, a banshee (in Irish legend) is a female spirit who warns of an impending death in a house. “What?” I ask aloud, as I read that. I look up at her and in a near shout “death?” “I can't-” “Your screams mean that someone is going to die?” I ask her. “Someone in this house?” “It is far worse than that.” She says. I move over to her and sit down on the bed beside her. She sniffs the air and her eyes widen, but she says nothing because that is the very least of our worries.

I smile, watching the two of them for a moment, then ask, “Have you tried to manipulate the air around you, Lisha?” She shakes her head, “No.” Tyler grins as he says, “I get where you're going with this.” Skyla shrugs muttering “I don't?” I chuckle. “Allana can create a barrier around her body so the other supernatural beings are unaware of her presence.” Tyler nods. “Exactly, so if Lisha can do that as well, it won't matter how close she is to the iron.” Lisha sighs as she stands and walks to the door, and asks,

* Darius was after Kaliyah—why would she risk it all and come back? Behind them, the forest erupted with chaos, and my eyes widened when I saw the source of the grotesque howls. An army of creatures surged forward—rogues, revenirs, gwyllgi, and other horrors too twisted to name—poured out of the trees like a flood, their glowing eyes locked on Calum and Kaliyah as they chased them with frenzied hunger.

She chuckled, and I wondered whether she knew how to do anything rather than smile. “ Ohh you look lovely,” She complimented, and I smiled, “I made those.” She pointed to the scrunchie on my hair. “ Really? They are nice.” I said, slightly touching them. “ So are you a wolf too?” Curiosity got the better of me, I wanted to ask whether she was a beta or an omega. I had to ask, she's even too jovial to be a wolf, right? “ No. I'm a banshee.” Okay that wasn't what I was expecting. A banshee living in the midst of wolves. That's new.