Fairy Tail Wraith Novels & Stories

Now, I can really confirm that something’s fishy about this teo but i can’t also deny the fact that he kinda look familiar to me, I mean, maybe we bump into each other before or maybe I just saw him somewhere. With that thought, the image of the strange guy that I saw in the mall came back to me. I secretly scan this guy’s body structure. Now that I think about it, they have the same built but that’s impossible. Well, now that I am the “Campus Beauty” he might have known me, maybe one of my fans? or something? Forget about it. I rather think about vampires, werewolves, mermaids, priestess— Priestess It’s the second time that i heard this word today. What’s the meaning of this? Is this some k

She slowly put the cardboard under the table, It was against her and the werewolves. She had no idea who would come out victorious, but she won’t let anyone hurt her or her people. She was Clarissa, the Ivory witch for a reason.

I would like to have a few words with you. Confused and fear-stricken Sandra hurried back to duty wondering what he would want to discuss with her. He was in his early 40s and she was just 20 fresh out of college. Surely he was maybe going to offer her a job. So many ideas ran through her mind and she decided to let them go. Eric paid his bill and decided to drive to the gold course not too far from the restaurant for a few hours before he would return to Sandra at 4. Sandra was very different from all the ladies Eric had been with previously. She was a shy girl, laid-back and not sophisticated like the ladies he was used to. He could not place his fingers on what attracted him to her beside

He further added with a warning. "If I didn’t pass by chance, something could have happened to you!" He explained to her. "Well it’s not like, that I can’t fight, I just couldn’t figure it out today because it was a sudden attack." She replied with her rolling eyes. "But still, you need to be very careful my lady!" He replied gently. "By the way, I am Torpedo, Torpedo Miraculous, the prince of the Shadow clan!" He introduced himself. "I am Mati...just a commoner." She replied carefully without revealing anything about herself.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

I stop and speak to Psyche, Dave, and Shelly. “I was able to calm Wraith and send him to the back of Andy’s mind to rest. He thought Maskwa was hurting the Luna and that upset him. He is an ancient wolf spirit, Bronx. He’s had no one tell him the difference between right and wrong before.” Psyche shrugs. “This all seems new to him. He’s always been a lone wolf, and he says he’s always had command over any pack he comes across. Now he’s awake in the mind of a child, surrounded by all of his daughters. He’s a little confused. Wraith says he’s never woken up early in previous lifetimes.” “Okay, so that would explain the call to Blood River earlier… and some things Musu and I have read about in

A shadow looms over me and Gwen lets out a muffled shriek. I spun, my magic zapping along my palms. I expect to see the vampires that Zane has recruited. Instead, it's an inky blackness that undulates in front of me. Taking a step back, I stumble as the thing drifts closer to me. "What is that?" my voice cracks. "It's a wraith." I'd vaguely heard of those, but why was Gwen so terrified of it? She had faced down half a dozen vampire ghosts, but trembles and backs away from this thing.

“Positions!” The pack scrambled into formation. The sound grew louder, like the hum of hundreds of bees under the skin of the earth. The mist thickened again, swirling in unnatural patterns. I reached for Kael. “It’s him, isn’t it? Ronan?” Lyra shook her head. “No. Something worse. He’s summoned the Wraiths.” Before Kael could ask, the first shape appeared, tall, skeletal, cloaked in black smoke. Eyes like embers burned in the darkness beneath its hood. Then another. And another. A dozen.

The original documents Tessa needed to sign to take over the estates were still in their possession. “What is our next move?” Wraith asked. “For you? Rest. You just walked out of the healing room a few hours ago; you need to rest.” “I’ve done enough resting; tell me what I need to do.” He said, jaw set. At times, I wondered if Wraith had some Alpha blood in him. Maybe then it would make more sense why he had this powerful aura about him that even some alphas couldn’t match. “Back there.” I began, “You saved my life—”

A true Alpha. And now his power curls beneath my skin like a second shift waiting to happen. My bones itch. My claws threaten to slip through my human fingertips. My fangs ache as if they’re already descending. I can shift now— not into a regular wolf— but into something else. A Wraith-Wolf. A creature made of shadow and moonlight, born from the curse that killed him. But he is gone. Consumed. His final snarl still echoes through me: “TAKE BACK WHAT WAS DENIED YOU.”