Fairy Tail Wraith Novels & Stories

He crunched down and tilted his head to a side, then pointed inside and murmured: “You draw another symbol, though. This one is known for a pup.” Oh. So the symbol is two mixed up? “The wrafter is a ghost-like creature that can only be seen by the person that controls them and only obeys her/his orders. Wrafter is rare and powerful. Frankly, I have never met one before, so I only know very little of this.” He raised his eyes to meet mine and stood up while explaining. Why would I see a symbol of it? What’s the meaning behind it? “So they are like the magical creature as vampires and werewolves?”

“The Aether sought me out… and the Aether lives in you. Therefore, you called me.” I looked down instinctively, then up at Valen, whose expression had gone still. “The Wraiths,” he said quietly, never taking his eyes off her, “were among the first beings to walk these lands. They helped shape Lyria from raw stone and sky. Their connection to the land… to its magic… is absolute.” If the fae didn’t age like mortals, and the Wraiths came before even the oldest of courts, then this being had lived not just centuries—but thousands of years.

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

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. 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 begin

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

And it's rare for a man been born in my mom's race. They're like 90% women. The bastard who reigns the Albtraum Kingdom is Kakoi Albatroz, from the worst royal family whoever ruled the kingdom, the Albatroz's. He's a psychopath, who's one of those rare wizards ever born ~ once his mother was a witch as well ~ who love killing people that disagree with him, who love killing innocent people, to be honest. He's almost four years older than me and to make this situation worst than ever, he's being from the witches race, and from the fae's race makes him immortal.

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.”