Harry Potter Wraith Novels & Stories

A sudden, freezing drop in temperature hit the back of Amora’s neck. High above, clinging to the shadows of the crumbling ceiling like a massive, skeletal spider, Katherine the Wraith materialized. Her white silk dress was completely shredded, her gray skin covered in fresh, black slime that dripped downward like liquid poison. Her completely black, ink-filled eyes locked onto Amora’s radiant, unprotected back. Xavier’s distraction in the forest had failed, or perhaps she had simply ignored him to hunt the ultimate prize.

“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.

Jake Two hours later, Jake headed back to the basement. Warren’s knuckles were coated in blood and all Devon did was laugh at the detective. Both men turned to look at him when he opened the door and he grinned. “Do you know who I am?” “Should I?” Devon asked with a sneer. “Jake Savage,” he said with a smirk. “But my friends call me Wrath.” Devon’s eyes widened. “You’re Wrath?” “You took my sister and tried to have me killed in prison.”

"The note read, Dear whoever is reading this, you urgently need to get ahold of the police when you find this note, my name is Freya Edwards I'm being held captive by a man called Anthony Richards. He's allowed me to go shopping with him so this was my only chance to ask someone for help, he's keeping us not far from this shop in a huge house, I can't write much as he'll find out but please again give this to the proper people" Jacob finishes reading the letter which makes tears form in Blake's eyes just to hear the words that Freya wrote, but Jacob wasn't finished "we checked the security footage and found this" he says turning a tv on to show an aisle in a shop.

“Can it bring me home?” “I’m not sure dear. It brought you here, but you’ll need to speak to a wizard.” “Wizards are a thing? I thought it was a witch’s amulet?” Corvu provides his answer with distaste, “Witches have been hunted almost to extinction. There aren’t any left, at least not ones anyone is aware of.” My head spun. For maybe the hundredth time today I feel my heart race. I try to breathe but my throat feels like ice. A voice echoes in my ears. “Hey? Girl?” My vision comes back into focus. Corvu is standing in front of my face holding my shoulders. Clearly, whatever this place is, personal space is not a common courtesy.

Once Draco left, I thoroughly checked tiny hut, there were empty pots, I hurriedly carried two pots outside and filled them with water from water well that was behind this hut and brought that back in, since it was warm as burning frying pan I decided to take cold water bath, I scrub and cleaned my body clean, once done I washed my gown and hung it up on string that was inside tiny washroom and walked out by wrapping towel around my body, this was thin and short town that was reaching up to my knees. I sat on small wooden stool that was present inside, since Draco was not back yet , I decided to go though my bag, I pulled out all four books that was written by my grandmother on Dark Creature

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

He refused to believe in supernatural beings before despite the strange things that happened to him and his constant nightmares, but now that he was here right before one, there was no way to deny that fact. The side of her lips lifted a bit. “What do you think?” He didn’t say anything. From all the mythical books he had read, only dark creatures had red eyes, and the most famous were… vampires. What was more peculiar was he had dreamt about them before. In his dreams, everything felt real. It was like something about them kept on haunting him. “A demon or a vampire?” He didn’t want to know but he needed to. “Both.” His jaw clenched. He wanted to believe that this couldn’t be real, but altho

I hissed at him this time. “Daydra denying me doesn’t work like the wolves and Lycans also your a fucking dragon too or did you forget this while making googly eyes at dick-features over there huh?” He retorted. “I am not a dragon, I am King Aaron's daughter, a vampire and my mother was a Lycan, I will deny you and your bullshit “! I stated. “NOW HOW THE FUCK DO I REJECT YOU” I yelled at him. “Daydra don’t do this please, I’m not doing this for just me or worrying only about myself baby girl”He said.

The Wraith called, his voice carrying across the cold air, smooth and poisonous, too calm. Raven stepped forward, her shadow wrapping around her shoulders like a cloak, her eyes burning gold. “This is our home,” she called back. The Wraith tilted his head, amusement flickering across his face. “Not for long.” Lightning flickered beside her as Ragnar stepped up, storm steady, his gaze locked on The Wraith. “You’ll have to go through us,” Ragnar said. The Wraith’s smile widened, slow and cruel. “That was the plan.” He lifted his hand, and a witch stepped forward, her eyes black as pitch, power curling around her fingers like smoke.