Faded Wraith Oblivion Novels & Stories

I also told him who was the one who feed me lies, he took my phone, made a call and he fired him. "I love you, Stefan." I said before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I've missed your lips so much." "So did I, baby girl." He pecked my lips. "So, I have two news. The first is the band of skulls mask are dead, there was a massive fire in the outskirts of the city and that's where they were hiding. I'm guessing your ex was involved with them. Too much coincidence that all of them were hiding there." I told him.

Will I thank him because it didn't work out? I just frowned at him and sat down in the empty chair and started writing. The paper feels normal and also the pen. Your Majesty, I'm sorry if I made you worried about going out without telling you where I'm going. But there are more important things that I need you to know. I met my father, Elias. We already found some clues about Venenata Negra on how to destroy it. But we found more beyond that. We found out that the cause of the death of all faeries was the curse of Venenata Negra. The fountain of youth was the remnant of the tree. The Venenata Negra will resurrect the dead but they are coming back as evil entities. I'm afraid that our most fe

"A few days after you were born, Luca and April, the young woman you saw him with yesterday afternoon, were out of town on a hunting trip when the monthly court hosted by their clan went wrong. What began as a normal night for all of us ended horribly when fledgelings—they are newly sired vampires—attending the court went on a rampage and attacked everyone in sight. They hadn't fed for days, and they were in bloodlust. It took our coven, a powerful spell, the Star of Chaos and a virgin's blood to end the terror. But in the aftermath, Julian, Luca's brother, and several members of their clan were eternally bound to their cellar, forsaken to wither and perish—" "The forsaken," Cadence whispere

Chapter 92 – The Ghost of the Past Althea POV The morning air was crisp, the kind of chill that makes you feel alive and awake all at once. I carried a small bouquet of white lilies in one hand, my keys in the other, and walked slowly along the narrow path leading to the small cemetery where Damian rested. The sea was visible over the hill, a quiet reminder of life’s persistence even in the face of loss.

The Wraith screamed. Its body began to crack. Not from silver. Not from flame. From the truth. From love. From the bond that united a pack stronger than prophecy. When the Red Moon reached its apex, the Wraith shattered. The Shadowborn shrieked and vanished like smoke in a windstorm. The mist lifted. The stars returned. And the stones of the ancient circle burned clean. Rowan collapsed first. Then Elara. Kael caught me before I could fall. “You did it,” he whispered, brushing hair from my face.

The ground split, and out flooded a host of wraithlike forms, each one a twisted memory: the Poisons of Thorns, the Mirror’s Lies, the Fallen Beta’s Betrayal… Nyra’s heart quailed as a thousand voices whispered her failures: “You could not save him.” “You let your daughter die.” “You betrayed your mother’s legacy.” She staggered, hands clutching her ears. The wraiths advanced, tendrils of cold fear wrapping around her ankles. Nyra dropped to her knees. “No,” she whispered, tears pricking. “I am not defined by my fear.” Her inner flame flared; runic lines in her skin ignited silver-gold. She rose, chest heaving, and drew her sword. “Begone!” She leapt forward, cleaving the wraiths with flicke

Shadows bled from the fire like ink, dissolving into the night air. I pushed further, and the wraith howled again, writhing, its limbs flailing and trying to retreat, and with a final earsplitting wail, the Shadow Wraith dissolved into nothing.

This kind of huge injustice even said that as long as there were people, it wouldn't disappear, and it might even turn into a Lich Lord. If it set its sights on you, it was like half your soul was already gone, and normal spells just didn't work on it. And this the Wraith Infant actually had karma on it! Heartwarden couldn't tell, but Elder Whitebrow was already a grandmaster, so he saw it clearly. How did the Wraith Infant with karma move? I just couldn't move at all! Why did the Wraith Infant listen to Amelia?

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

K’ Kian was a corrupt, slippery fish who always cleaned up his trail even if he had to cover it up with the blood of others. Mr Tibe was a man — maybe an entity with how hard it was to lay eyes on him — who sold everything illegal, with roots of power embedded so deep in the state, his empire might still be standing after I’d take him down. But that's okay, if I have to cut down every fucking branch myself, then that's what I'll do. I'd already lost someone to that, and while I didn't have any more siblings, I had a mom. And she had friends that had siblings.