Banshee Supernatural の小説・ストーリー

"Let's see, a Hispanic guy on his knees is Raul, and he's a werewolf. Crap, he's security too. Never mind what I said about it being all girls earlier." "I probably wouldn't remember it anyway." "It's kind of a lot to remember, I know. Banshee is a shadow, but she'll be a full-blown vamp in ten years. At that point, she'll take on more responsibility in the organization and will have to give up being one of Shane's assassins." "Assassins?" Clara nodded. "There are very bad things out there, Shamira, and sometimes the best way to stop wholesale carnage is a tactical strike. Banshee was Yakuza back before the word became trendy, and she's good at what she does.

After a little tantrum from the man-child - Hanzel Victor, the group disperses as missions were taken to action. By the far north east was one of the banshees as said. Victor blinked rapidly at the womanly figure which was glowing in the middle of the forest. It looked it she was crying. Banshee do nothing except for crying. "Why does she sound so big...? She's far enough to be that loud." "What do you think, genius? Banshee are built for that reason! Do you have your dagger? I hope you didn't bring your favorite one." As they were closing in to their target, they couldn't help but hold a conversation.

“Well, you guys never really used your powers.” “I know what a Banshee is and I don't ever want to be a Banshee.” “But you are.” “No am not.” “The visions, screams, spacing out, predicting future... “ “They are all the powers of the white witch.” Hayden cut Bryan off and he rolled his eyes. “She is a Banshee, not a witch.” “I am not any of the two. Ugh, you guys' arguments are so annoying.” She scoffed and walked into the bathroom. ********** HOURS LATER

one of the elders confessed. “Oh, my goodness. That's a banshee's voice,” Jada announced, and everyone was lost by what he meant. “What's that?” the little girl quickly asked before anyone could. “A banshee is a female spirit who heralds the death of a family member, usually by screaming, wailing, shrieking, and keening. She might be foretelling the death of the queen, which means we need to be fast with things,” he explained and fear gripped everyone in the chamber, including Julian who was standing outside.

Dan was still bored, and Mane still had that mocking smile on his face. “Is that all?” Mane looked visibly disappointed and the Banshees finally looked panicked, much to Dan’s amusement. Banshees were physically weaker than other high classes. Their trump card was their powerful screeches that could disturb the souls of even some High Classes. But as long as that was ineffective, they were basically lambs to the slaughter. As Mane was about to make a move, he saw the largest male Banshee turn back and scream.

"A what?" "A Banshee," I repeated. "They're rare, really rare. And they have the power to sense death and when they scream they can hurt people with their voice." "That's impossible," she said. "I'm not a Banshee. I'm just me. I'm just human." "You made everyone in the training grounds bleed from their ears," I said gently. "That's not human Nyx." She looked down at her hands again. They were shaking. "This can't be real."

I don't know why I keep forgetting she's not entirely real, maybe it's because I can see her and talk to her but then again I'm the only one who can do that. "It's okay Heaven. At least you can talk to me." She sounds so sad that my heart aches for her. "It's better than nothing and I had nothing for a while, centuries to be exact." "I believe you. You are not a monster." I say, trying to control the tears that are threatening to fall. "But she was a monster. She destroyed me. Remember when I told you about why she cursed me?" "Yes." Of course I remember. "After Soliaire was banished along with the rest of his followers Mistress Rosemont started keeping a tight leash on us. She didn't want t

Nothing I have consumed or slept with has got me anywhere near the relief that came with even skin co tact or a drop of blood from her. I lay back onto the chairs lounge that came with the house and I examine my ribs. They are healing, but tender. What the Hell is she? She had found a banhee. I hadn't seen a banshee in decades, let alone its male counterpart. Most are not social and are unstable, choosing to isolate so they can have a break from the endless premonition of impending doom. Yet this one gravitates to her, leaning her her like a crutch or a mother figure.

“I’m going to try a shield!” Cassidy shouted, stepping through the fray and holding her hands up. Jo never would’ve thought to ask her to do that; she hadn’t been on enough hunts with her aunt to remember she had that capability. As soon as her hands were in the air, what looked like a bubble of light formed between the advancing Vampires and the LIGHTS forces. The Vampires continued to fire, their bullets hitting the shield and either bouncing back at them or falling to the ground. One of the Vampires was standing too close and ended up having his own bullet bounce from the shield and hit him in the shoulder. He shrieked but it wouldn’t end him, unfortunately. Vampires could kill each other

Princess Diana said. " How do we find her now?". Eddie asked, looking worried. " You guys should be careful". Cath said, facing Dave, Carson, and Eddie. " Yes, a goblin has the power to sense a supernatural being. So you guys should be careful. If she knows who you guys are, she will be after you". Susannah said to the three guys. Three of them looked at themselves while Eddie and Dave looked at Carson. " Wait, they are talking to the three of us, why are you guys looking at me?". Carson asked Dave and Eddie nervously.