Fairy Tail Wraith Novels & Stories

she whispers, her form crumbling, her starlight fading, her body ash. The wraith’s final claw slashes Renn, his relics shattering, his scar bleeding shadow, his body still, his hymn gone. Cassia’s cry pierces the air, her fire flaring, her blade striking the wraith’s remnants, her eyes glistening. Kalia’s orb pulses, its light flooding the altar, sealing the rift, the Veil’s hymn surging, its threads weaving anew. The wraith shatters, its essence dissolving, the abyss stilling, the Veil’s starlight faint but enduring.

I lunged forward, ignoring Liam's warning shout, and grabbed the wraith by what passed for its throat, pulling it close until that void of a face was inches from mine. "Speak clearly!" I roared, channeling every ounce of alpha command into my voice. "Tell us who sent you! Tell us what you want with her!" The wraith convulsed in my grip but I pressed deeper, a cold chill climbed up the arm holding its throat but I didn’t care. “Tell me!” I snarled but the wraith shriek in a way that nearly exploded my eardrums then it vanished. One moment it was there in my hands, solid enough to touch despite being made of shadow. The next, it was gone, leaving only wisps of darkness that dissipated like smo

And anyone who had reached Dean's level always had a trump card or two hidden up their sleeve, so he was confident Felix had reached his limit. Felix raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly. "Oh? You can even control these wraiths? The Maximus family is full of surprises." He was genuinely impressed. He had assumed the Maximus family was barely surviving in Corpse Town, too scared to leave the safety of their blue barrier. However, it seemed someone among them had learned a soul-based art to manipulate these wraiths, something he had not expected. In truth, the wraiths were simply soul remnants created by the Phaeron Codex's protective aura. They were nothing more than spiritual trash, byprodu

The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some beginners to face the Silver-haired wolf pack. Now Aza and Nelson are alone against the White Tiger who is in Warcraft level two intermediate. Three levels above the Silver Haired Wolf which was a level one Warcraft. The arrow that Aza misses because the White Tiger has a high defense power, but it is different from the wind knife that Nelson will shoot. Sreet! The roar of the White Tiger echoed one kilometer from the place, making several birds that were relaxing on the tree trunk leaving the tree afraid that their next target would be them.

But I'm not like the other witches, cuz if it's rare a boy being born in this race, being the daughter of a woman and men from this race it's the rarest case ever. Like I've said, it's a really rare case when someone has four wraths like me. The normal people have, of course, one wrath. The nobles have normally two wraths. The royals and the other races like the witches, the faes, the werewolves+ had three wraths. But four? Well, this is a problem. It's almost like being a living target and a threat to those royals and powerful races. Not that I care. Cuz I couldn't care less about that.

KIARAS POV It’s been two months now since I arrived here at the White Haven Coven. Though, it definitely has felt longer. My first week here was tough trying to just fit in. There are definitely some witches and warlocks that made it their life’s mission to make me miserable. What gets me the most is that it’s mainly adults that have an issue with me. Aunt Karina told me to ignore them. That they are just jealous because I can tap into magic no one else can without using dark magic which would also cause them to lose their powers a lot faster. Not for me because dark magic was used to create me, so I get all the benefits and as far as we know, none of the downfall. Eventually, I lost my temp

His thrusts grеw morе еrratic, morе frеnziеd, еach onе a sеaring brand lashing across hеr sеnsеs. Sarah tееtеrеd on thе еdgе of thе abyss, еvеry fibеr of hеr bеing coilеd taut in brеathlеss anticipation of thе rеlеasе that dancеd maddеningly just out of rеach. Shе nееdеd it, cravеd it with a hungеr so primal it dеfiеd rationality.

“She did it, didn’t she?” Damien nodded once. “And now the balance is breaking.” Suddenly, a tremor split the courtyard below. From its center, a jagged crack formed, pulsing with eerie golden light. Damien leapt down, landing in a crouch, eyes narrowed. From the crack, shadows began to rise—humanoid, but wrong. Twisted. Magic-born. Wraiths. “They were bound beneath the kingdom,” Elara hissed, joining him. “Kept in slumber… by her bloodline.”

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.