Fairy Tail Wraith Novels & Stories

I whispered. I feel down but I witnessed how Rina appeared in just a call. She instantly flicked her wand and the place came to color again. She pulled me back and I instantly looked around to find Timor. “Immaculous!” She shouted and flicked her wand to the witch again. I felt my strength again so stood up and looked run to where I could smell Timor’s scent. I could not find him. “Lady Zenith!” I heard her call. “Stay with her, I’ll be back.”

Queen Lilith said laughing maliciously as thunderstorm and lightning stormed throughout Mephistopheles. At Winterfell… Elena is still waiting for the winter fairy to return. She tries to work on her magic but she feels herself losing strength. A full ice ball she would easily form proved challenging to her and other spells she did. “Come on…come on…gosh! Work!” Elena said In disgust feeling really angry about her powers. The winterfell fairy spirit appears out with a red crystal in her hand. “Were you able to remember the spell you used?” She asked Elena to search her body for the symbols on her arms.

Alexis raised his other hand and threw a stream of power at the Wraith, a devil dog as big as the largest Hybrid Wolf, its yellow eyes glaring hungrily as saliva dripped from its oversized teeth. When Alexis' power touched it, the beast flew backwards and disappeared into the portal with an angry yelp. But in that moment, King began to sink into the abyss! Alexis bared his teeth and focused his power on King, who began to rise again. "We can't let the Wraiths out of the Underworld!" I screamed. A small Wraith no larger than a butterfly escaped the portal and flung itself at a white-faced Master level Neratomay, who grabbed her face where the Wraith landed.

Yisuf spread his arm, then stepped aside and Riyin gasped. Blurb/synopsis Most mystical creatures got to live pretty normal lives, but not all of them were that fortunate. Riyin's tale began when tragedy struck his home and he lost his parents in the hands of a mighty witch in a single moment. After managing to escape through a portal, Riyin was raised by the most powerful wizard known. Frya is a rare werewolf, legendarily named the Wild Beast and she learned of her real nature years after she lost all her family, save one brother, in the Great Battle, inspired by the Sisterhood.

he answered. Her face grew serious in a way that made my stomach turn. Astrid was playful, but she was not foolish. If the word wraith unsettled a Prima, then whatever they were, they belonged to old dark places even wolves and Primas did not touch lightly. “How?” Astrid asked. “Wraiths are not supposed to…” She stopped. “They are not supposed to walk like common creatures,” she finished. “They do not walk like common creatures,” Spiro corrected. “They bargain.”

“You said you were guardians once—guardians of bonds.” The wraith turned back to her. “We were, before the first severer, before the first scar. We remember the song—we have forgotten how to sing it.” “Then help us,” Aria said, her voice trembling from cold or effort, “help us stop him. He wants to cut every bond—he will make a world of nothing but wounds.” The wraith was silent for a long moment while the other wraiths gathered around, a silent, frozen jury. “We do not fight for flesh—we are not soldiers, we are a memory of what was lost.”

I yelled, pointing to a glowing crystal embedded in the floor near Juniper’s altar. Sage was white-faced, her hands shaking as she pulled a heavy iron sledgehammer from her pack, a primitive tool for a supernatural problem. She lunged for the crystal, but a shadow detached itself from the violet mist. It was a Nightbreeze enforcer, his eyes glowing with a vitreous, mindless light. He wasn't just a wolf anymore; he was a husk, hollowed out and filled with the ritual’s sludge. The converted wolf leaped.

I dipped my brush back into the bucket of gray, soapy water and began to scrub again. My hands were raw, the skin cracked from lye and hard labor, but I kept my head down. If I stopped, the Beta’s wife would find a reason to use her whip, and I already had enough scars. My name is Elara Vance. To the world, I am the daughter of Alpha Vance and Luna Vance. I am the biological heir to one of the most powerful bloodlines in the North. But in this pack, I am simply the mistake.

In an instant, the shimmering cat twisted, warped, and grew—mass expanding, form changing until a tiger made of water stood beside her, fangs bared, eyes glowing with deep sapphire light. The crowd roared. “What—!” “She had a tiger familiar this whole time?!” Bryon stopped, blinking once. He hadn’t expected that. Lotanni didn’t waste the moment. She clapped her hands, her fingers weaving quick seals, her voice low and steady. “Spirit Bond: Wrath of the Tides.” The water tiger lunged, slamming into Bryon with a force that cracked the sparring ground beneath them. It clawed, teeth gnashing, sending streams of high-pressure water slicing toward him.

Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake. Soul Shepherd: A weaker warrior that plays a vital role in supporting its allies. Soul Shepherds draw upon the souls bound to them to heal wounds and bolster the strength of their comrades, a beacon of spectral light amid battle.] "This skill is okay." I chuckled.