Fairy Tail Wraith Novels & Stories

“I’m not going to kill him, Darius. I’m going to remind him. Remind him who I was. Who I am. I want him to look me in the eye and remember. And then I want him to fear.” As she turned toward the mirror to fix her lipstick, Darius added in a low voice, “You said you’d call in someone worse than Kain.” “I will,” Valeria murmured. “Someone even I fear. He’s not a mercenary. He’s a phantom. They call him Wraith. He disappears like smoke and leaves only death behind. He owes me a favor.” Darius tilted his head. “And Bain?” “He won’t see it coming.” Later that evening…

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.

energy of the planet’s core. “Mommy, the chair is breathing,” Hope whispered, clutching my hand. Her emerald halo was reflecting off the glass floors, turning the shadows into a dance of light. “It’s not breathing, Hope,” Leo corrected, his indigo runes glowing with a terrifyingly sharp clarity. “It’s Syncing. It’s waiting for a heartbeat to match its own.” As I approached the throne, a figure manifested from the shadows beside it. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't a machine. It was a Wraith of the Old North—the collective memory of the Alphas who had chosen power over the pack.

“The Wraith... it's in pieces!” Thorne's golden eyes sparkled. "The pieces..." Everything... It is falling apart because of how strong she is!"" I looked into Draven's dark blue eyes. The Wraith will try one last trick, even though you are bound to the moon. It will attack you physically and test your heart, soul, and everything you hold dear.

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

She waited for the wraith to speak and it did. Its voice was a whisper in a thousand directions, and all it said was, “Too late.” Elira gasped. “No, no…she’s still bound to him. The ritual should be working!” “Too late,” the wraith repeated, turning its face toward Torin. And in that moment, Torin’s breath hitched. It was her eyes she saw. Freya’s eyes. It stayed in its blue form at first but when she looked his way, it changed to a glowing pair of gold.

“Ahem—now, let’s welcome our next assistant guest!” From the doorway, a stunning young woman walked in gracefully. She had twin ponytails and was dressed in a pure-yet-seductive blue outfit that hugged her curves perfectly. Jezin stared, completely dumbfounded. This was none other than Jevon’s famously rumored girlfriend from the entertainment industry. In truth, she was Jevon’s bonded thrall in his first fantasy drama—a hare-shaped bonded wraith. Bonded wraiths were always cast as docile and loyal archetypes, yet this hare-shaped wraith bore an ethereal yet alluring vibe, utterly captivating to behold.

I watch Ace writing notes into a folder. “Ask about Wraith.” He stops me before he moves back. “Who’s Wraith?” I don’t know a wolf with that name. “He was the first of us. His spirit’s journey was over, but he was there. We were warriors.” He sounds wistful thinking about his old friend. “The Saint sent us out to fight. They ambushed us. Wraith didn’t make it, but he saved Ghost, Crusher, and me. After that, the Moon Goddess said no more wars for Wraith or for me. She let me rest and said it was time for me to be strong and brave in different ways. Then she united me with your human spirit.”

“These are shadow wraiths. They’re dangerous and can manipulate the shadows around us. We need to be careful.” The first encounter with the wraiths was swift and brutal. The wraiths attacked with a ferocity that took them by surprise, their shadowy forms making them difficult to track. Allan’s shadows clashed with the wraiths, creating an intense battle of dark forces. Kai wielded his powers with precision, his attacks cutting through the wraiths. Elysia’s magic provided support, creating barriers to protect them from the wraiths’ assaults. The team worked in unison, their bond and training evident in their coordinated efforts.