Fairy Tail Wraith Novels & Stories

“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.”

"Why are you chasing me? Just let me go. I want to be done. I want the hurting to stop." "The hurting never stops, Aurelia Viremont. It molts…and grows teeth." The creature circled me, its body flowing like ink. "I have been trapped under these mines for a thousand years. I was waiting for a soul that tasted just like yours." "Like mine? I'm nothing. I'm a low-blood omega. Everyone told me that since the day I was born. I’m a mistake."

My wolf is furious and ready to fight but Master Wraith looks at me and says, “Her health will slowly deteriorate and I’m the only one with the cure. If you want her to live then you need to get me elf blood.” I scramble for words as I say, “I don’t know how to get that for you. There are no full blooded elves near us.” He shrugs, “Figure it out.” Master Wraith walks over to Eda and grabs her chin as he examines her face. He smirks before patting her cheek and saying, “Good girl.” Eda crumbles to her knees as Master Wraith and Flicka leave the room. How? How could they do this to their own daughter?

She will be happy when you find yours. - AND… - Once you can communicate, she will have a choice: stay in the spirit world or return here in rebirth. Well, now we need to get to work. The silhouette again lost its density, becoming virtually transparent, leaned a little to the side, and a transparent powerful stream rushed from it to my body. Standing next to me, I could not restrain an exclamation of pain: my body arched so that the points of contact with the surface of the bed were only the top of my head and heels, and on the verge of audibility I heard a wheezing that escaped from my throat, a gurgling, as if I was choking.

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.

My two favorite scents, cherries and chocolate, were making my mouth water as we walked up to the house. When we reached the house, I saw the most beautiful woman with long blond hair, picking berries from bushes in her back yard. When she looked up, I gasped as her cornflower blue eyes looked at me with feelings that I couldn’t identify. Before I knew it, she produced a dagger and launched it toward me. I looked behind me as I heard something fall. It was a dark warlock. Wow. She’s amazing. Zion is roaring, “Mate! Mate! Mate!” She sighed, “If you would like to shift, there are some shorts in the hollowed-out part of the tree directly behind you.” I walked over to the tree line and shifted a

I say nothing. "You were unconscious when you arrived at the hospital." I nod. "You supposedly don't remember anything." Another nod. "So why did those men call you Wraith?" My heart stops. There it is. The question I've been avoiding. I look away. "I don't know." Christian takes another step toward me. "Who is Wraith?" I force a confused expression. "Is that a person?" His jaw tightens. "You expect me to believe that?" "I don't know what you want me to say."

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.

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.

My brows lowered and I felt my face harden with hatred. His dark lashes lifted as he opened his eyes, hitching his chin in challenge to stare down his nose at me. “Tell me no, Saria. See if you can leave the wraiths and save yourself. See how the nights treat you when you wonder what is happening to those that are left...Knowing you have the power to save them all.” I glared at him. My gaze roving a face which was so handsome, yet so capable of cruelty.