Faded Wraith Oblivion Novels & Stories

At Holcomb Bridge, His father had taught him about the secrets of his ancestors that no one knew about. People knew they had unimaginable strength as Nati's blessed, but never knew the secret of all their victories. The first secret was the wraith army, if a Nayak king was driven to a corner, with defeat flashing through his eyes. He can take Nati's bow and a golden arrow and shoot it into the sky, Nati's army would respond to him and fight the war with him. The soldiers of this army are wraiths, they look like normal Nayaki soldiers but they are undead, they match the strength of the king and they cannot be killed.

I'm here for you. Isla regarded her for a moment, skeptical, but curious. Savannah sighed and finally stepped forward to confront her. "Do you know what changed him?" "I'd like to think it was me leaving," Isla replied. Savannah shook her head. "That was the start of it. But what finally killed him. was seeing he had no one in his corner anymore. Not me. Not Mother. Not even his business partners. You were the only one who ever looked beyond him to the man behind the Blackwood name. And when he lost you, he lost himself. The rest of us just stood by and watched him fall."

The faeries with horns died along with the tree. Next to it was the burnt tree that became ashes. But someone merged it. It was a...fountain? Then I realized, that this is the fountain of youth. The next image is, when the fountain will dry up and dies, all faeries will die as well and the next image shattered my wits. The rebirth of the Venenata Negra is the symbol of chaos and calamity. I covered my mouth. Now, everything makes sense. The Venenata Negra suddenly rose because it's been too long that the fountain of youth died.

"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

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.