Fairy Tail Wraith Novels & Stories

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

Of course, killing is also a way of release, and any bloodlust can be used that way. But as her emotions returned, so did Christine's body. She says this because she notices that once the symptoms of her bloodlust kick in, her body changes and becomes like the body state of Makoto Shirogane in 'Fairy Tail'. Although this situation is very strange, it is good that she is a normal girl as long as she recovers.

The ones that can't enter Vernaden because what they have done. No one before me saw them it the flesh, let alone this close. The wraith wore armor that wasn't from this time period. I couldn't truly tell what time that was. The leader was riding a pure breed white stallion. The stallion's eyes were fiery red. The souls of the dead started leaving their bodies, dividing into two groups. The first one disappeared into the sky, while the second started changing into the wraiths so hideous that even the yalbals would be ashamed.

The place is almost as big as his room. A mop of raven black hair greeted Yeojoon as he entered the place. When it turned, he was face to face with Wraith, the appointed leader of his female followers - maenads - and the only male to have ever acclaimed such position. Wraith was someone he met when the latter was younger, about the age of 16. Barely a man, he had been one of his sister's, Artemis', hunter. Wraith never had a surname. Has never opened himself to the changes of the human world and its technology. My, it seemed like yesterday when he had first welcomed him under his wing.

“Do you think this is what he is?” “I think so…” I say, standing up. I have a sword which is fully iron… “What… how… did you… how did you even figure that out?” She asks. “A little fucking late, though.” I say quietly, entering my weapon room. “If the Shadow Wraith’s name is discovered, it can be called on for assistance, but its help is very limited. Wraiths feed on high levels of energies to grow stronger...” Delsanra says realisation dawning on her. “Wraiths sense beings with high levels of energy wanting to either simply linger by these beings or depending on the wraith’s intentions they will devour these beings… This is why he wants Azura…”

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."

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.

"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?"

That means we are in the fifth year and I am the fifth daughter. Calia's gaze lingered on the painting, her silver hair cascading elegantly over her shoulders. Despite her hostility, there was an undeniable allure to her presence—a grace that belied her sharp edges. "I wish I could see into the future," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "To know if it's all worth it, and how my trials will unfold. To have all my questions answered." "There is a way," Calia interjected, her words sending a jolt of anticipation through me. "Deep within the heart of the woods, there lies a creature known as a Wraith. She is ancient and wise, and she can provide answers to your every question."

energy of the planet’s core. “Mommy, the chair is breathing,” Hope whispered, clutching my hand. Her emerald halo was reflecting off the glass floors, turning the shadows into a dance of light. “It’s not breathing, Hope,” Leo corrected, his indigo runes glowing with a terrifyingly sharp clarity. “It’s Syncing. It’s waiting for a heartbeat to match its own.” As I approached the throne, a figure manifested from the shadows beside it. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't a machine. It was a Wraith of the Old North—the collective memory of the Alphas who had chosen power over the pack.