Crypto X Wraith Novels & Stories

To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message) [Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January] An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I have obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno. [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]

“In some places, no king’s order matters at all. There are exiles, raiders, oathbreakers, half-breeds, hunters, old cults, desperate families, creatures clever enough to speak and hungry enough to lie. Some hate the crowns. Some sell information to all three. Some kneel to whoever brings food. Some pretend neutrality while serving wraiths.” The last word seemed to move differently through the van. Wraiths. Astrid sat up straighter. I felt Ronan’s attention sharpen. Keiran’s silence changed too. Spiro noticed. Good. He probably meant us to. “You mentioned wraith lands,” I said. His gaze shifted to me. “Yes,” Spiro answered. “What are they?” I asked. “The places you do not enter,” Spiro replie

Everything I had tried to bury, everything the Rift had sensed and stored over the centuries, coalescing into one dark, watchful pulse. A sudden shift in the shadows drew my eyes. The Wraiths appeared, not in swarms this time but individually, tall and thin with translucent bodies that bent the light of the silver veins into fractured specters. Their eyes glowed faintly, observing, judging, waiting. “Do not falter,” Cael whispered. “They feel fear. They feed on hesitation.” I took a step forward, feeling Auren’s hand on my lower back, steadying, urging. Cael’s gaze bore into mine, molten silver, burning away the remnants of doubt. Together, we approached the pedestal.

“Because it’s learning backward. Mara taught Helix to suppress conflict. This code is cultivating it.” Lena exhaled. “That’s worse.” Torin was already moving. “I’ll deploy a wraith algorithm. Quiet extraction. Public can’t know about this yet.” Lena shook her head. “No. We publish it. Anonymized. Scrubbed. But we let people see it. The only way to inoculate against the virus is to understand the symptoms.” Jessica hesitated. “You’re creating panic.” “I’m building resistance.”

“You think it is still there?” “I think that’s where we need to look first,” Leila said firmly. “If we can find it before the Rulers do, we might have a strategic advantage.” Tom hesitated, glancing around the library as if expecting the walls to have ears. And then Leila’s phone produced a sudden Meow. There was an encrypted text, and the initials C.W. ‘What is it about?’ Tom asked, frightened. ‘Nothing. Just the initials of someone I have to kill to join their sick cult. And guess what? C.W. stands for Christina Weinrich.’

one of the loyal lackeys piped up. Liam's brow creased. "Out with it." "Well, sir, Wraith Island's exact spot is still unaccounted for, but we've got a bead on the muscle over there. Ten top dogs guarding the joint, including four heavy-hitters and some real-deal Gods of War. "Besides, we've uncovered that to get onto Wraith Island, you've got to go through something called the Darkveil Organization. Get in with them, and you're golden—you'll have the ticket to Wraith Island!"

A cold fury, clean and sharp, steadied my hand. “Mark,” Ronan said. My finger hovered over the enter key. The command that would unleash the Phoenix worm, corrupting this file, and every linked file, into oblivion. This was it. Justice. For me. For countless others. I pressed the key. > DEPLOYMENT SEQUENCE INITIATED. PHOENIX ACTIVE. A progress bar began to fill on the screen. 1%... 5%... On Wraith’s feed, I saw her silently retract the device and melt back into the shadows of the server aisle.

My faultline burns. “They’re attuned to me,” I whisper. “Tracking the interface.” The Prime’s growl deepens, vibrating through the earth. They should not exist here. The lead dark wolf opens its mouth. Words crawl out. Not sound. Command. Asset confirmed. Extraction window compromised. Initiate correction. The pack explodes. Midnight’s wolves surge forward with a thunderous roar, meeting the dark hounds in a collision of teeth, claws, and fury. The sound is brutal—bone snapping, flesh tearing, snarls ripped raw from throats.

With the wraith shackles on my wrists, it would never allow me to shift. Wraith steels were a weapon used against werewolves. It could contain a wolf’s form and prevent us from shifting, so it was often used on prisoners. I heard that only a few could break it—those powerful few with stronger blood than the majority. How I wish I was one of them. Maybe I would have a chance to escape. I eventually lost count of how many days it had been since I was imprisoned. Every three days, the woman would take me out to change my clothes. There was a small bathroom outside the cell where I took my bath, but my shackles were never taken from me for even a second.

I stop and speak to Psyche, Dave, and Shelly. “I was able to calm Wraith and send him to the back of Andy’s mind to rest. He thought Maskwa was hurting the Luna and that upset him. He is an ancient wolf spirit, Bronx. He’s had no one tell him the difference between right and wrong before.” Psyche shrugs. “This all seems new to him. He’s always been a lone wolf, and he says he’s always had command over any pack he comes across. Now he’s awake in the mind of a child, surrounded by all of his daughters. He’s a little confused. Wraith says he’s never woken up early in previous lifetimes.” “Okay, so that would explain the call to Blood River earlier… and some things Musu and I have read about in