Faded Wraith Oblivion Novels & Stories

The ones that can't enter Vernaden because what they have done. No one before me saw them it the flesh, let alone this close. The wraith wore armor that wasn't from this time period. I couldn't truly tell what time that was. The leader was riding a pure breed white stallion. The stallion's eyes were fiery red. The souls of the dead started leaving their bodies, dividing into two groups. The first one disappeared into the sky, while the second started changing into the wraiths so hideous that even the yalbals would be ashamed.

They demanded that she return by 30 to take over the family business. Freya had never returned, doing so only to take over the family business as quickly as possible. That was why Ivy had never seen or heard from her before. Freya decided to return to take over the Shaw family's enterprises only after Felicity was sent to prison by Jason, and the Shaw family suffered a major blow from the Hough family. In less than a week, Freya had discovered the root cause of her family’s downfall. She did not deny that Felicity had made mistakes in the game she created, which was why she had no problem with Felicity ending up in jail.

Moonroot burned in Mira’s hand, but even its light was dulled here. Then the shadows came. They rose from the earth—not solid, not smoke. Wraiths in fractured armor. Faces blurred by memory. Eyes like coals in snow. “We died for nothing,” they whispered. “Forgotten.” Aria stepped forward. “You were not forgotten. You were only… buried.” The lead spirit, a towering wolf-warrior, surged toward her. Visions flooded her mind—betrayal, shattered truces, a Luna slain by her blood. “We are the war that never ended,” the wraith said, voice a dirge. “We are the wounds you never healed.”

"Not from a mountain. Not from a throne. From the sky itself. Morgane wants us to tremble before we battle." Vera advanced, her face ashen. "There's movement past the southern pass. The dead are walking again. Wraithborn. Echoes of the fallen." Rhovan nodded darkly. "I saw one in my brother's armor." Gasp. Oaths. "They're coming," he said. "With fire. With memories. With revenge. A youth warrior stood shivering. "Then what do we do, Luna?" Emereah regarded her daughter. At the moon.

He craved authentic experiences and meaningful relationships, searching for a sense of fulfillment that eluded him in the world of luxury and privilege. One fateful day, a series of events unfolded that shook the foundation of the Jake family. Secrets long buried came to light, threatening to unravel the carefully crafted image they had projected to the world. Betrayal, heartache, and the need for forgiveness hung heavy in the air. Amidst the chaos, the Jake family found themselves at a crossroads. Would they succumb to the weight of their past mistakes and shattered illusions, or would they find the strength to confront their demons, rebuild their relationships, and create a future rooted i

“He must be thirsting for so much blood for being away from his clan for so long.” “So he came here to feed?” Violet asked. “Not just that, I’m not so sure, but I think he’s here for vengeance.” “For what? He’s a rogue. What is he avenging?” “Geez, Valerie, you’re so outdated. He’s not a rogue because he got banished from his clan, it’s because he’s a survivor from the attack on his clan.” He paused, making my heart skip a beat as I was slowly getting the idea of where this was leading to. Atlas stared at them one by one like he was about to reveal something big. “He was a member of The Night Exiles clan, the one that was supposedly wiped out three years ago.”

"After the betrayel, Samual went on to create his own pack of werewolves. He had mutiple women, multiple kids with all of them. Those kids went on to have more. Since he was not reproducing with his true mate, each decendent lost more stregnth and power, becoming the werewolves you are today. Samual used his power for evil, driving the human towns against him. The humans finally attacked, pushing the pack into hiding. Samual dissapeared, leaving his two kids in charge. Everybody was taught what Samual wanted them to believe." "Where was Aruthra during all of this?" I look at her as I ask, wondering how Nikkia ended up in that pack. "Aruthra was the neutral one. He was keeping an eye on the p

I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed. “Nat? What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t speak. Rather, she pulled me closer. Her face is now buried under my neck and her heavy sighs are creeping through my skin. “Natyaramona!” I called again, probing for the matter. “B-blood....” she managed to utter before fainting in my arms. My eyes widened as my body froze. Natya is a witch and a she-wolf. Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire.

He had two knives in his hands now and before Slither could even blink, Jake stabbed each knife into his shoulders. “Any last words, Slither?” “Who the fuck are you?” Slither asked him with a grimace. “Wrath.” Jake pulled the knives from his shoulders and turned the blades, swiping them across Slither’s throat. Blood sprayed over Jake’s face, and when he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless. He walked past Weasel, back in the direction of where they left the van, and Weasel jogged to catch up with him. Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.

I lunged forward, ignoring Liam's warning shout, and grabbed the wraith by what passed for its throat, pulling it close until that void of a face was inches from mine. "Speak clearly!" I roared, channeling every ounce of alpha command into my voice. "Tell us who sent you! Tell us what you want with her!" The wraith convulsed in my grip but I pressed deeper, a cold chill climbed up the arm holding its throat but I didn’t care. “Tell me!” I snarled but the wraith shriek in a way that nearly exploded my eardrums then it vanished. One moment it was there in my hands, solid enough to touch despite being made of shadow. The next, it was gone, leaving only wisps of darkness that dissipated like smo