Banshee Supernatural の小説・ストーリー

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

The corpse of the Banshee lay broken across the spine of the mountain, a splintered ribcage of timber and iron half-buried in the snow. She had flown once, gloriously, and died the moment she touched the earth. Saoirse sat on a crate of salvaged rations, watching the dawn bleed gray light over the wreckage. The wind was a constant, low moan, whipping her hair across her face, but she didn't feel the cold. Her blood was running hot, agitated, reacting to the bond.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

He asked. "Hard to answer. For instance, it wouldn't be hard to hold a nymph hostage and demand that she share her gifts. Cecilia's gifts wouldn't be worth much, because banshees only appear before someone dies, generally." "Wait." Mike grabbed Naia's hand. "What do you mean banshees only appear before someone dies?"

A groan from him made her cry out, her head falling back to expose more of her neck. "You are safe, Love. No one would dare harm you under my watch." Silas growled, his lips ghosting across her skin. "They would die by my ice, I assure you." A memory surfaced from the storage of things 'Cathy' locked away for Catherine to learn. Though Catherine did not understand the point of that if her life was in danger. Why not tell her husbands? As these powers slowly flowed back into her body, she bit her lip. She was a Fae. Fairy. This world was a world filled with the creatures from human imaginations. That was what it felt like to her, at least. As much as she wanted to deny the very existence, thr

She struggles with the smells of so many creatures, as she is too new in the vampyr world. From a distance, quietly present, I see our Moon Goddess walking slowly to us, and the vampyr God is right next to her. “They are both going to be present? That’s awkward…” I turn to look at Xavier and shake my head at him with a smile. “Our Moon Goddess is blessing this union as a representative from our race… Then Amra represents the Angels. The Vampyr God is here because he is her partner. Nothing there is awkward…” I chuckle. Zana elbows him and I almost laugh as he zips his mouth to please his mates.

"I've taken kids there before. Had no idea it had supernatural connections." "That's by design," Nathaniel explained. "It serves both human and supernatural youth, with special protocols for those with abilities they might not understand or be able to control." Casie nodded decisively. "Safe Harbor first, then we canvas the area where the body was found. Dr. Vasquez, can you send us the full autopsy report once it's complete?" "Of course, Detectives." The dhampir doctor hesitated, then added, "Be careful with this investigation. The Fae Courts don't appreciate outsiders meddling in their affairs, even when those affairs involve murder on human soil."

Banshees. “What the hell are they doing here?” I yelled, loosing an arrow into the neck of one Algoth as it swooped toward Valen. The creature screeched and dropped, wings twitching. “They’re not supposed to be this far north!” “They’re drawn to you,” Rhaenan shouted back, slashing his sword through a banshee mid-scream. “To the Aether. Or maybe Kyante’s corrupted them. Warped them with her magic.” My blood ran cold.