Banshee Deaths Novels & Stories

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

The flatline on the screen of the monitor blared out in a continuous, piercing ‘Beep’, signalling the end, and Joslyn felt her own heart shatter into a million pieces. The doctor's voice sounded very distant as he instructed one of the nurses to take her out of the room, but Joslyn refused. She remained there, her gaze locked on her brother's still form, as the reality of his loss washed over her. In that moment, she felt as though a part of her had died along with him. ❀ ❀ ❀

The Howl of the Banshee would be even more terrifying in its power. The mournful cries instantly pierced through the bodies of the three judges. Their galloping forms collapsed to the ground. Meanwhile, the waves of the Banshee's howl continued to spread towards the vast army of the Holy Illuminati Church, about to engulf them. Everyone was going to die. The Holy Illuminati Church's army, witnessing the fall of the three judges, displayed expressions of incredulity. The terror of the Banshee's Howl had already invaded, and in less than a second, they felt the thick scent of death enveloping them.

Location: Unknown, Supreme Kingdom Vanessa had no other choice but to steer the ship back to shore, where they were met with a bunch of supernaturals. "What do we do now Vanessa?" Diana asked. "I don't know". Vanessa replied. "Nathan will be mad". Alexandra pointed out in fear. "Dracula must have drawn a lot of blood now". Diana trembled. "Who are they?" Vanessa asked. "Our grooms". They replied in unison. They finally got to shore and got down with their hands in the air. Vanessa spotted the naked man, now clothed.

CONNOR KINCAID ‘You rejected her? Damn you all! You rejected our Luna?’ ‘You were dead! Do you not realize that? You were dead because of-.’ ‘Don’t finish that sentence, Shane! Her lunatic of an ex-mate shot me, she didn’t. I died and you banished her without thinking twice. You think you were the only people grieving for me?’ ‘We would have never been in this situation if we never took her from Brackenridge! We should have killed her that night when Shane suggested it.

She hadn’t signed the Death Contract because Brayden backed her into a corner. She hadn’t signed it because he had threatened her job or her way of getting by simply through blacklisting her access to jobs that would pay her bills. She hadn’t been getting by in years. She hadn’t been living in years. She had simply been existing. She didn’t sign because Brayden had revealed the woes of her parents. She used those things as excuses so she could feel sorry for herself all over again. Her feet drummed on the moving pad beneath her as she came to a realization that she signed her Death Contract because she had long ago annihilated her self-esteem.

Willow asked. "Relax," she said pushing down her palms as a gesture to back her words, even went closer but Willow again took a cautious step back. "I'm Jane still, but I'm a Banshee," she revealed on. It was a suspenseful moment for about thirty seconds, then William voiced out coming forward, "One of Stygian tricks again? Another Banshee in flesh and blood, not gonna work." "Is that her name?" Jane asked softly. "The one who will insure your deaths."

' 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.

Lucien had accidentally killed a Banshee while trying to protect himself before I happened to arrive. Killing a Banshee shall lure impetuous bad luck. The kind of bad luck which is worse than death and extending for a longer period of time than the time a werewolf lives on earth. The bad luck maybe carried over even to the after life, that is. And the bad luck for Lucien...was me.