Faded Wraith Oblivion Novels & Stories

I whispered. He met my eyes. “We remind her who she’s dealing with.” I wasn’t the same woman Daniel broke. I wasn’t the same woman who cried over Sophie’s betrayal. I was Elena Hart. Survivor. Mother. Fighter. And if Clara wanted a war… She’d picked the wrong ghost to haunt.

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

She longed for the chance at motherhood that had been brutally taken from her. Vanessa stood frozen on the roadside, her legs weakened by the grief. She mustered the strength to walk to a nearby private bar, where she ordered a strong drink. As the alcohol flowed down her throat, she let her tears fall, remembering the day the doctor announced her pregnancy. Her joy didn’t even last up to twenty four hours. She felt hatred and anger toward Lucas and Eliana, who had pushed her that fateful night. With every sip, Vanessa's determination grew. She vowed to ruin Lucas and Eliana, to make them pay for their cruel actions. The fire of revenge burned brighter within her, fueling her determination t

I moan in terror and agony, my hand slapping over my mouth as I reach for Anton, wanting to cling to him – wanting his support – The wraiths find what they’re looking for at last and grab onto it, shaking Anna as they set her soul free, pulling it forth – grey and insubstantial – from her body. The body itself falls to the ground in a heap, a dead husk, as the wraiths continue to swarm around her immortal soul. She continues to cry, sobbing and looking down at her body, as the wraiths pull her towards that black door in the center of the room.

Besides, we’d already seen each other. She seemed to steel herself before continuing. "He is the most powerful Alpha in North America. He has a perfect Luna. Soon, he will have an heir." She paused, her eyes locking onto mine. "He has everything." She didn't need to say more. I knew. She was here for the same reason she’d come seven years ago. I remembered that rain-soaked, hopeless night. The pack doctor handing me the diagnosis. Wolf Spirit Decay. Irreversible. I froze, a suffocating feeling washing over me, like I was drowning.

terrifying face. I realized it wasn't a dream. He looked intently at my waist. I was in so much pain that I fainted and didn't wake up until the next day. He threatened me, saying if I dared to tell anyone, my other kidney would suffer the same fate as this one. No wonder there were all kinds of people who couldn't move but no one ever spoke up. "Nina..." James called my name, and I stared blankly at him. I spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I thought you said you were married, Elena. Why are you here, harassing Clara again? Or should I say, you finally realized how shameful it was to be a mistress and regretted it?" Where did that come from? "Mistress? What on earth are you talking about?" Liam let out a cold snort, his voice dripping with disdain. "That Maybach you left in? It's a custom model with only ten units in the world. You really think some powerful tycoon would be interested in an amnesiac nobody like you? "I looked into it. Every major player in Zentara was already married before you even went missing. So, unless you're some rich man's mistress, what other role could you possibly play?"

she whispers, her form crumbling, her starlight fading, her body ash. The wraith’s final claw slashes Renn, his relics shattering, his scar bleeding shadow, his body still, his hymn gone. Cassia’s cry pierces the air, her fire flaring, her blade striking the wraith’s remnants, her eyes glistening. Kalia’s orb pulses, its light flooding the altar, sealing the rift, the Veil’s hymn surging, its threads weaving anew. The wraith shatters, its essence dissolving, the abyss stilling, the Veil’s starlight faint but enduring.

She moved through the field as a ripple in reality, appearing only when her obsidian blade was already buried in a specter’s chest. Vane watched in absolute, cold-blooded terror as his elite Wraiths were dismantled. These were warriors who had survived the purges of the Old Empire, yet they were being erased like ink in the rain. "Focus the Null-Anchor!" Vane roared, his voice cracking.

People turned to dust, buildings crumbled, and rivers dried up. “He calls himself the Frost Wraith,” a voice echoed—Cole’s and Lila’s, woven together from the merged key. “He feeds on life itself. He’s already drained this world. Now he’s moving to the next one. To the world we just saved.” Jade’s eyes widened. “We have to go back,” she said. “We have to warn them.”