Fairy Tail Wraith の小説・ストーリー

The smoke twisted violently as it rose higher into the air, slowly beginning to take shape. Large. Massive. Not entirely smoke this time. A muscular body slowly formed from the darkness, pale gray skin appearing beneath the rolling shadows while enormous black wings shaped from smoke spread outward behind its back. Its glowing eyes burned in shades of red and purple blended together like living fire. My breath caught violently in my throat. I knew him. Not from real life. From the crystals. The same creature I saw when I touched them. Only now— I could see him clearly. And somehow that was far worse.

A Wraith is a predator that has already lost everything, which means it has no fear of the dark. I stood in the center of the melting Vault, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. The scent of Elena’s "Anti-Matter" blade was a sharp, metallic sting in the air, but the smell coming from Dante—the raw, ozone-heavy scent of the Void-Titan—was overwhelming. The "Shadow-Heir" in his arms let out another cry, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards and made the obsidian walls bleed liquid shadow. Dante didn't pull away from the dagger Elena had buried in his chest. Instead, he leaned into it. He stepped forward, forcing the hilt against his own ribs, his eyes locked on

I say, pushing the final sheet, which now contains full sentences that I had been working on, towards her. She leans down, frowning as she reads the heading. This was a language long forgotten… and although there are still parts of the passage that are too damaged to read, or simply not fully readable, it makes sense overall. “Shadow Wraiths…” Her heart thunders as she scans the page. “Shadow wraiths are subspecies of the wraith family… What on earth… they don’t exist.” “Are you sure?” I ask, sitting back and looking up at her.

A chill ran through me. "Wraiths were created through forbidden Lunae rituals centuries ago. Souls fused with corrupted magic. They were destroyed long ago." The creature nodded "Excellent history lesson." My wolf growled. The Wraith's smile vanished instantly, then its gaze returned to me. "The heir belongs to us." The moment it said those words, every brother moved. Percy stepped forward. Darren moved beside him. Ken shifted slightly in front of me. the wraith smiled again. "You love her."

95) POWER LEVEL: 410,475,450,498 WIELDER TYPE: Energy Wielder; A True Spirit SPECIALTY: Unreal Vitality; Agility GLOWS: Soul Breaker; Spirit Hammer; Destructive Sucking BREATH: Revival “Oh? Revival is sealed?” Mane rubbed his chin in interest upon reading her status. His words caused some panic to flash across the Wraith’s eyes. The rage she was feeling towards Crystal was no more. There was only fear now.

I shrugged before pushing the lid of the ink away and with a swift movement I jerked the ink bottle onto her face causing the ink to dribble down from her nose and chin to her outfit. She gasped, and I chuckled. "Now get lost" I shouted, and she cried before running out from there. winter's POV:- NOTE (don’t get confused read, whenever I am taking Sophia and winter’s name they both are the same person please remember, it I will talk about her sister I will inform you using sister word with some mean adjective) "Hmm.....so you're the new assistant of Mr Warren?" Two girls who I suppose work there scanned me from the head to my toe as I changed into a black office outfit provided by the staff.

At one point, Ava saw a vision of her mother kneeling on the ground, cradling an infant in her arms—her. She froze. The others noticed. "What is it?" Ashton asked, tension in his shoulders. Ava blinked. The vision faded. "I saw her. Holding me. She was... crying." As if summoned by the memory, a ripple of magic burst through the air. And with it, came the wraiths. Shadows solidified from mist, taking wolf-like shapes with elongated jaws and smoky fangs. Their eyes glowed with ley-fire, hollow and endless. Kaelin didn't wait. "Wraiths! Defensive circle!"

Do you know what that means, little prince? Kade didn’t answer. It means she will dream the seal undone before it breaks. She will remember how to open it. His pulse hammered. “And if I help you?” The shadows leaned closer, cold breath curling around his ear. Then you will not be king, the Wraith whispered. You will be more. Images flashed—crowns shattered, armies kneeling, the world hushed under winter’s hand. Lyra at the center of it all, light blazing, terrible and beautiful.

"What exactly did you find out? How can we stop this thing?" Brian took over, his face lined with fatigue but determination. "The Shadow Wraith is a powerful entity that was imprisoned by an ancient sorcerer using a series of enchanted symbols. These symbols were designed to contain its essence and prevent it from causing harm. If the Wraith has been freed, we need to either reinforce these symbols or find a way to create new ones to bind it again." Silas leaned forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "Where do we start? Do we have any leads on where we might find the information we need to reinforce or recreate these symbols?"

“I’m sorry, but I’m not just some stone. I have a heart, flesh, blood—the Aether—” “The Aether,” Caelora interrupted, her voice laced with quiet intensity. “You know its true name.” Her gaze bore into me, the weight of it as heavy as the knowledge itself. “How?” A knot formed in my throat as I nodded slowly. “I met a Wraith once, in the woods. She told me about it... about me.” “You caught a Wraith?” Caelora’s lips twitched in a half-smile, her eyes gleaming with something like admiration. “Very impressive.”