Romans & histoires Banshee Creature

my wolf commented, making me snicker. “This is Cesan Finnegani, the son of the Celtic Warrior God, Lugh. This is my sister, Lyric Adams, Luna of the Crescent Moon pack and daughter of Sin,” Salem asserted. Cesan held his hand out to me, and I placed mine slowly in his. I watched him raise it to his mouth and place a chaste kiss upon it that caused tingles up my arm. “Pleasure to meet you, Lyric,” he said huskily, and Salem growled a warning at him.

She didn’t look back, but she could hear them—Kieran’s sharp, controlled breaths, the hiss of the thing’s movements, the scrape of claws on stone. Then the sound changed. Kieran shouted her name—an order, not a plea. She risked a glance back and saw him driving the blade deep into the creature’s shoulder. It didn’t bleed—not in any way she understood. A black, smoke-like vapor hissed from the wound, curling away into the cold air. It shrieked, the sound piercing and alien, before hurling itself sideways into the shadows of the cliff. Kieran staggered back, chest heaving.

Yet, all his words did was to earn more of Mane’s curiosity. “A Banshee?” Mane wondered “Yeah. It’s a magical creature that specializes in mental attacks. You were lucky to have only collapsed. I heard its scream and rushed towards that location, only to find you unconscious. It seems that it has robbed you of your memories; but that is way better than death. So, do you not remember anything about yourself?” the man offloaded quite a bit of information in very little time. From the corner of his eye, Mane could see the completion rate on the ‘Status’ menu increase by 0.02. It seemed that as long as Mane went down this path, and collected as much information as possible, he may be able to com

Perhaps if he could somehow get his hands on one and use it, one of Esther's guards would come out and help him. Jones slowly inches closer to the dead guard, watching the banshees from the side of his eye. The wailing murder specters had gotten bored of loitering on this side of the barrier and were beginning to move toward the north barrier. Jones steps on a branch when he is halfway to the guard. He freezes, jumping into a bush to cover his body. A banshee near the back of the herd turns at the sound, her screams piercing his eardrums. Her eyes shift to red as she looks through the forest. Banshees could detect body heat; that is partially why they were successful at hunting humans. Vampi

Bird] [Level: 1 (83 XP until lv 2)] [Race: Swift Banshee] [Role: Scout] [Abyssal force: 40/40] [Attack: 10] [Defense: 9] [Dexterity: 10] [Agility: 12 (+1)] [Intelligence: 2] Skills: Banshee scream Lv 1 (10 AF) (v) + An ungodly scream that alerts allied units and stuns the opponent (25% chance) Bite (5 AF) Lv 1 (v) + Empowers Bite attacks Pica Lv 1 (v)

I tiptoed around, hoping to surprise him, but he really wasn't around. I sat on the living room couch, noticing that he had left some papers behind. I picked up one of the many that were there, with a slightly curious name, “Banshee.” I observed the drawing on the page: a woman in a long dress appeared to be crying. I glanced at the transcription next to the drawing. “Banshee or Ben sidhe, the one who can see death, becomes her friend. Her scream can be heard for miles, and it's so powerful that it can easily shatter a skull. Due to her dark powers, the banshee can be easily hated by other creatures.”