Faded Wraith Oblivion Novels & Stories

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.

An ancient force long whispered in prophecy, bound to Thalric’s will, had awakened. Cyrion Duskbane appeared at the edge of the courtyard, his own face pale with horror. “It is the Wraith of the Forgotten… the beast sealed centuries ago. He’s unleashed it.” Thalric spread his arms as the towering creature, forged of shadows and burning eyes, rose behind him. Its scream shattered the night, and stars above seemed to flicker as if frightened by its call. “Do you see now?” Thalric bellowed, his voice carrying through the destruction. “Stars shatter. Crowns crumble. Only those who embrace the darkness survive!”

The sky burned blinding white, the game’s rendering engine struggling to process the sheer volume of particle effects flooding the zone. "Wraith! The absolute shield is regenerating!" Kara yelled over the squad comms. Her avatar, the rogue hacker known as Jinx, was glitching violently on a floating slab of debris. Her hands were a localized blur of motion as she cast disruption hexes, her fingertips trailing glowing green strings of raw code that lashed out to slow the boss's impenetrable defense matrix. "You have a three-second window before the wipe mechanic triggers! If we wipe now, we lose the twelve-hour progression!" Ren Walker—known to millions across the global leaderboards simply as

Abigail asked the anger evident in her voice. “Also, I have kill your daughter and my brother, your son.” “Thats fucking great. Who’s your brother?” “Daniel. We are the Nephilim twins.Our father is the Archangel Gabriel.” “Awesome. This is just awesome.” Abigail said, the sarcasm thick in her tone. “I am sorry my brother put this weight on you. Ignorance is truly bliss for the human race. If everyone knew what was going on behind the curtain, nobody would ever leave their house.” Wyatt stated, shaking his head.

Special craft, she had mentioned we are royal blooded. "Search her cabin!" Miradel shouted. "EL OBLIVION OBLIVIOUS OBLIVIMUM! burn their knowledge about my niece, FLARIOUM FLAMUS! Vanished this them all."

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

Finally, the central voice replied, “No. The fledgling carries their own burden. Each reaper is bound by their failures as by their oaths. They will carry this weight.” The sigil seared against Avery’s palm, pain biting deep into flesh. They gasped, clutching their hand, as the burning carved something deeper—an addition to the mark, a line of shadow curling like a scar. “Each lost soul binds you tighter,” the chorus intoned. “Lose too many, and you will become the very thing you hunt. A Wraith.” Avery’s heart froze. They looked up sharply, horror twisting their gut. “What?!”

“They’re echoes.” The first wraith lunged. I moved without thought, the rune-blade singing through the air. It met the creature mid-leap, slicing it cleanly in two. The shadow dissolved into dust but more followed. Dozens. Lucian fought beside me, his strikes slower but no less fierce. The wraiths didn’t bleed they screamed, their bodies bursting into shards of light and ash. But every one we killed reformed behind us, drawn by his pulse, his power. “They’re coming for you!” I shouted.

It’s survival. I shook my head aggressively, as though i could banish the memory. “No,” i whispered to myself. “Never.” Night crept in with shadows stretching long across the city. I stood up with trembling legs, trying to walk again. The streets grew quieter, darker, less forgiving. I bag close, glancing over my shoulder.

it booms, “son of the fallen Guen Alpha. You are unmade and remade. Show me what remains.” I barely have time to think before the hollow world erupts into wind. Blades of storm slash across my skin. I drop to one knee, growling, calling my wolf but he doesn't come. Something else pulses instead. Wilder and quieter. Like a drumbeat wrapped in lightning. “Yield or be erased,” the Wraith thunders. And then- A cry. It sounds so small and frightened. Behind me, a Hollow spirit, no more than a child, cowers in the storm. Its shape flickers, nearly transparent. A fragment lost in the folds of this broken realm.