Banshee Deaths の小説・ストーリー

"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 means a woman who can use her body as a weapon. Every part of it, from the nails to the tip of the tongue. The cry of a Banshee can break skulls and destroy mountains, as well as being a warning to those who esteem it, making it easier for them to find its location if it is in danger.” "It was my scream that scared the sea monster of Hyenna "I spoke softly. However, from the corner of my

“That’s great, Judy. You did a great job. First, we have to compare all the people we’ve come into contact with since we accepted the case. If someone’s name appears in the bank’s stream accounts, remember him, and it’s very likely that he’s the death judge.” Ross’s originally gloomy mood suddenly soared. He felt that he was infinitely close to the truth, and his blood boiled again. … After the live broadcast ended, the police had promptly banned the videos and content related to the live broadcast of death, but everyone was still talking about it. After all, during the live broadcast, the number of people watching online had once exceeded 50 million people. Therefore, on this somewhat hot a

The leech that tormented her for seven long years is dead. As I hold her, I look around. We are winning. Killing Keenan caused the death of many other vampires. I’m guessing it’s true what they say about vampires sires. If you cut off the head, the body dies, in this case, all the vampires he created are dead. It’s making the battle swing easily in our favor. I’m about to jump back into the battle when I feel Angel flinch. I only have a moment to look when she screams my name.

“What I did was wrong, and I’m not asking any of you to forgive me. But I’m not sorry, Sara, I’m not because you always felt like mine.” I grab the bars of the cell in anger. “But I wasn’t yours!” I scream, unable to stop myself. Jill clasps her ears and falls to her knees. The power of the banshee’s scream can render a person immobile. It’s also a warning that the death of a loved one is coming. I don’t know if Jill will die yet or not, but I want her to know that I am angry. It’s time she learned that she is not the victim in this.

“I have a theory on why you didn’t pass out.” My attention was grabbed at Shannon’s words. It seemed I lingered on everything people said, wanting a distraction from my own thoughts. I would rather think about anything else, just to get the image of Caroline wiped from my mind. “What’s that?” I murmured, watching a small beetle as it climbed the thick stem of a sunflower. “Well at your Birthday Gala ten men lost their lives.” Shannon recounted, “And last night was one.” “You think it has to do with the number of people I kill?” I couldn’t help the contempt that filled my words.

It's a shame she didn't survive. The other reporters inhaled sharply upon hearing his words. They couldn't imagine what kind of deep-seated grudge could drive someone to kill a girl so cruelly. "She was discovered far too late. She had been dead at least a week." My mother sighed pitifully. When I heard her words, I couldn't help but wonder if she would feel regret if she knew it was me who'd died. At the same time, she continued to look through the photos. She froze when she flipped to one of the photos.

"Noelle, you've got to stay strong, okay? Brandon may be gone, but you still have me, your bestie. I'm here for you, always." Melissa Simmons clung to me, chattering away since the moment I showed up at the hospital. Glancing down at my hands and feet, it hit me—I had been given a second chance, sent back to the very day my husband Brandon Scott had died. In my previous life, I was at work when I got the news of Brandon's stroke. By the time I made it to the hospital, he was already gone.

Connor scolded unhappily, "What's gone? Celia, did Clarisse collude with you to deceive me again? Tell her that she will only make me hate her more by doing this!" Celia's voice was a little shrill. "Connor! Clarisse is dead! Dead!" "Enough!" Connor hung up immediately after he finished yelling. No matter how many calls Celia made, he did not pick up. He gently and patiently coaxed Rosalie who was crying beside him. Then, several flustered police officers came to the door, knocked, and said, "Connor, the head of the deceased has been found. Hurry up and come with us."

Even on the brink of death, I was still expected to arrange everything for my 'adopted sister'. Forget it. I have spent everything I had trying to please everyone, and in the end, I had nothing left. Finally, I could let go. My heart ached. I was too tired. I really did not want to fight anymore… Lilith cried and kept calling my name, but I could not hear her anymore. … On June 18, 2025, Jasmine died in a hospital five kilometers from home. No family by her side. She was only 27 years old.

Mom just refused to believe it. In the past, every time she found an excuse to beat me—saying I bullied Cindy or ruined her things—she struck with full force. I didn't die from those beatings. When I jumped into the river, I was only one step away from death. Still, someone saved me. Once again, I didn't die. Like a cat with nine lives, I stubbornly survived no matter how she tormented me. But this time, she had stood by and did nothing when I was dying. How could she not know that was my body? I was already dead, and that was the unchangeable truth.