Fairy Tail Wraith Novels & Stories

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.

Its voice was a hiss of wind through broken glass. “Gatebearer… the Hollow remembers you.” Kael’s hand shot forward, golden light flaring, but the creature didn’t attack. It bowed. The pack froze. Aria’s pulse thundered in her chest. “What is this?” The wraith’s head lifted slowly, eyes burning with cold fire. “It opens for you,” it said. “It hungers for its lost heart.” Before Aria could speak, the wraith dissolved into mist, drawn back into the fissure as quickly as it had appeared. The ice sealed behind it, silent once more.

it booms, “son of the fallen Guen Alpha. You are unmade and remade. Show me what remains.” I barely have time to think before the hollow world erupts into wind. Blades of storm slash across my skin. I drop to one knee, growling, calling my wolf but he doesn't come. Something else pulses instead. Wilder and quieter. Like a drumbeat wrapped in lightning. “Yield or be erased,” the Wraith thunders. And then- A cry. It sounds so small and frightened. Behind me, a Hollow spirit, no more than a child, cowers in the storm. Its shape flickers, nearly transparent. A fragment lost in the folds of this broken realm.

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.”