Harry Potter Wraith Novels & Stories

A second later, the cobblestones of the southern courtyard cracked as something massive punched through the veil of dimensions. A wraith—but not the kind we’d faced before. This one stood twenty feet tall, cloaked in rotting mist, with chains hanging from its wrists like it had broken free of some ancient prison. Its face was a skull mask with six glowing green eyes and a jaw that didn’t move when it screamed. And then—the second rift opened. This one tore through the northern village, right beyond the castle’s reach.

“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.

And somehow seeing her standing there alive still hit me harder than it should have. Ria moved forward first. “Nobody touch him.” One witch turned toward her. “He’s a vampire.” “He’s the vampire heir,” Ria corrected. “If you kill him inside Kesh Ina, that is direct war.” “That war is already coming.” “Not from this.” The tension shifted after that. Nobody lowered their weapons, though. Zara crossed both arms while glaring at me. “You look terrible.” I stared at her for a second too long. She noticed. “What?” she snapped immediately.

In the next image, a King with hazel eyes and his dragon matches as well. I also notice a Latin inscription written around the frames, it’s the same as on the royal family crest but unfortunately, I do not know how to read it. ‘Quamdiu tales esse potes. Cum autem terminos tuos sentio agi. Quum senseris tibi evigilare faciatis intra rem, et tamen non audiam. Princeps autem Draco excitavit.’ What could this mean? Did they have pets that were paired with them at birth maybe? Or is this something else?

"And how can I do that?" "Pristine said that there is a potion out in the human world. If you can get that potion for me, I will become the first king of the vampires and attain all the powers a king should have. Everyone will call me the king," answered Phil. His two different eye colors, one blue and the other one green, were getting darker at the thought of unadulterated power. "And may I know where that potion is?" inquired Alexander. "It is with a girl. Pristine will give you all the details. You just have to bring the potion from her as soon as possible and —"

“Of course not. I just cleaned the lens of your heart camera, if you wanna put it that way. There are countless beings around us other than shadows, dear. Beings that will never harass you or do you any harm. It’s time you let your heart rest from trying to pierce into the darkness and turn to the light.” “Meaning now I’m gonna go around seeing these blurs of light everywhere?” “No. Meaning if you ever need to see them, now they can show themselves to you.” “Oh, okay.” Hugo brought our bowls filled with fresh steamy tea and we lingered there, sipping them in silence like the day before. We heard a knock on the door and Harry made his regal entrance. Today he wore jeans and a tartan shirt. He

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

"Got it. Though we had to outsmart some very annoying Pokers to get it." "Pokers?" Nyla raised an eyebrow. "Evil little tree creatures who like to trap people in pits and collect their bones," Dalia said with a shudder. "But we figured it out. Eventually." "What about you two?" Kaida asked. "You both look like you've seen ghosts." "Something like that," I muttered, not ready to talk about what I'd had to do in the Mad Mage's cottage. Maybe I never would be. Then Gretchen and Kai appeared. Gretchen's hair hung heavily with damp strands plastered across her face, and she was wearing what looked like a jacket over her shoulders, shivering slightly.

Four matches passed in a blur of footwork, sparks, and strained breaths. A few impressive. Most forgettable. The crowd, still buzzing from Nyomei’s performance, was hungry for the next highlight. They didn’t have to wait long. “Next match—Lotanni Ryel versus Bryon Aros.” A hush settled. The name Bryon alone drew tension. Petrusia’s second-in-command. Royal werewolf. Born with both privilege and power, and trained like a weapon since childhood.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not just some stone. I have a heart, flesh, blood—the Aether—” “The Aether,” Caelora interrupted, her voice laced with quiet intensity. “You know its true name.” Her gaze bore into me, the weight of it as heavy as the knowledge itself. “How?” A knot formed in my throat as I nodded slowly. “I met a Wraith once, in the woods. She told me about it... about me.” “You caught a Wraith?” Caelora’s lips twitched in a half-smile, her eyes gleaming with something like admiration. “Very impressive.”