Fairy Tail Wraith Novels & Stories

Electric blue I closed my eyes blinded by the blue light I saw a beatifull lady dressed in white with silver hair walking towards me. "Ezra my dear open your eyes and see who you are This is what I made you With power of thunder flowing through your veins You are the strongest of all Because of your pure soul and angelic innocence I bestow upon you the most powerfull gift ever known The gift of Thunder wolf Use your powers wisely my dear just like your mother did Goodbye" I opened my eyes to see the thunder enter my body. Large amount of energy entered my body making me gasp for air because of it's intensity.

What is that Brother? Nethersbane. The most magical artifact in the whole continent. It is also known as "The Holy Sword". It could kill anyone with just one slash. Ydar, being afraid that someone with ill intentions might possess this powerful thing, cast a spell on it. No one could wield it except if the sword itself will recognize them as its rightful master. " Swo, bwader wants to wab a vewey powerpyul swoyd? Yeyyy! Bwader Henry will kill mwonsters and bad guys! Bwader Henry is swo cool!"

Crystal bowed as a sign of respect before walking out on him. "Twerp" Red bellowed as he stood up from his seat and was about walking out. "What did you just call me?" She hurriedly grabbed his hand as she inquired while looking into his eyes. "Get your infected hand off me silly" Red reacted to her actions. "Oh no you didn't just say that!!"Crystal spoke out. "And what if I did Twerp??" he mocked as he stocked out his tongue to her face. Crystal who was angry grabbed his hair and dragged it like she was going to make him hairless.

She fumbled with the rusty latch, her hands slick with rain and blood. Finally, the gate groaned open. Freedom. She staggered through— straight into a figure cloaked in shadow. Claire’s scream was muffled by a rough hand clamping over her mouth. She struggled, but the grip was too strong. Hot breath brushed her ear as a voice whispered: "You're coming wi th me, little thief." Claire's blood turned to ice. ---

"It's not just what I want, it's also what I am and who I'm meant to be. My mate is Fiona Fayette, the water fairy princess ...." "Excuse me, your what?!" Glaurung's top lip quivered in disgust as he glared at me. "You heard me ....." "I won't stand for this blasphemy! You're done! Give your amulet to the council and forfeit your obligations as the water dragon deity!" Sol started chuckling while slowly shaking his head, and I knew that he was linking Rieka and Seth to send Fafnir in. "That's going to be a little hard to do. Fiona has it .... "

Draven and Nayara shared the same thought, but it seemed like Snow and Crystal do not agree with this. “No, mortals are pure magic themselves. Devils might have abducted them in hopes that they can use their pure magic to strengthen their forces.” Crystal nodded her head, tossing a piece of Thorn Flower to Oliver she picked up from the side, “When Thorn Flowers are mixed with pure magic, they become a powerful pill to strengthen one’s core. If devils are to use them, then I am afraid that all other immortals need to work together to defeat their ten thousand army.” Nayara seemed to have thought of something, “Then it answers why Rizza, your fairy clan’s member, is missing all this time. They

Whatever secrets his father left behind, she holds them too. I try to make sense of it all. It feels like trying to glue a shattered mirror back together. Then she says something else. “The alliance,” she says slowly. “Monte Moretti. He’ll take the deal. He’s respected, like your father was. Same energy sector. Even though his wealth is tied to mafia bloodlines.” My eyes widen. “She has a daughter.” The words slam into me. I grip the edge of the pot as my stomach twists. No. I already know where this is going.

I choked on my breath as I trembled in her damp hair. “Elira,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Elira—goddess, you’re back.” My arms tightened around her as her wolf whimpered inside me, scared. And then I heard her whimper. Except Elira wouldn't sound like that. It wasn't her voice. Wasn't even her scent. My chest tightened as a sharp pain tore just beneath my breastbone. My fingers shook as I brushed her wet curls away from her face, while my eyes roamed her face and my fingers withdrew a little.

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

The smoke twisted violently as it rose higher into the air, slowly beginning to take shape. Large. Massive. Not entirely smoke this time. A muscular body slowly formed from the darkness, pale gray skin appearing beneath the rolling shadows while enormous black wings shaped from smoke spread outward behind its back. Its glowing eyes burned in shades of red and purple blended together like living fire. My breath caught violently in my throat. I knew him. Not from real life. From the crystals. The same creature I saw when I touched them. Only now— I could see him clearly. And somehow that was far worse.