Harry Potter Wraith Novels & Stories

Draco. “No, that’s going to be too risky,” Draco immediately countered, shaking his head as he moved away from the window. His inner mind hated the idea of setting a trap for her. There was no way Isolde was a Wraithling. A beast. For all Draco knew, he was the first beast to ever exist. The abbot mentioned that to him after his first shift into a Wraithling years back. He was the first of his kind, Draco was certain about that.

Anom was really curious about the reason. "Well, as their name suggests, they are sensitive enough to smells, as they can even smell shadows. To be precise, they can smell souls. Something that might go unnoticed by even the strongest beings. They took notice of the soul imprint, which is inside your soul. Currently, you are not able to hide it. But don't worry; you'll be gaining some control over your soul very soon. And it's not like just anyone can recognize my imprint. The little devils were only able to do so because they had the leaf I gave them before. It contains some traces of my energy. I gave it to them the last time the altar was operated. They were sad as they were not able to c

"We just got a lead—The Horizon, docked at the East Port! Let's move out!" "I'll gather all of the best officers at once!" Harry said grimly. "Only bring along those who are D-ranked experts and above. We're dealing with the Wraiths here. They're formidable in both reconnaissance and countering in a fight. There's no point in bringing along regular police officers. That would only add to the risk of tipping them off." Hector's eyes were gleaming sharply. After several months of waiting, they were finally closing the net around the Wraiths!

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

It was twisted and hunched, with skin like bark and eyes that glowed a sickly yellow. Its mouth was too wide, teeth too long—and it moved in sharp, jerking motions, like it didn’t quite belong in its own body. “What the hell is that?!” I shouted. “We call them Forest wraith,” Eric said, already unsheathing a silver sword from his belt. “Don’t let it bite you.” “Bite me?!” Beck echoed. “That’s all you have to say?” The wraith let out a bone-rattling screech, lunging for Lloyd.

My study becomes a war room, papers and books scattered across every surface, notes scrawled in margins as I piece together everything I can find about the creature we're facing. The wraith is old. Ancient. One of the few remaining creatures from an era when magic ran wild and unchecked through the world. It feeds on emotional memories—the bonds between mates, between parents and children, between friends. The stronger the emotion, the more powerful the memory, the more sustenance it provides. Which means it will sense me coming from miles away. My shields are strong, yes. But they're also a beacon. A challenge. The creature will know someone with power is near, and it will come for me.

This kind of huge injustice even said that as long as there were people, it wouldn't disappear, and it might even turn into a Lich Lord. If it set its sights on you, it was like half your soul was already gone, and normal spells just didn't work on it. And this the Wraith Infant actually had karma on it! Heartwarden couldn't tell, but Elder Whitebrow was already a grandmaster, so he saw it clearly. How did the Wraith Infant with karma move? I just couldn't move at all! Why did the Wraith Infant listen to Amelia?

“We don't have much time, son. It is better than letting that blood hungry Lycan possess. If Archibald takes the stone, he would burn this world to the ground and I promise you, everyone you care about will be erased from the face of the earth.” She dropped to her knees and opened the bag, taking out the potions. Opening them one by one, she poured the contents on the ground, and began saying ancient words Steven couldn’t understand. Suddenly, white marks glowed across her wrinkled skin, her eyes glowing a pure, blinding white. The Wraithstone began to spin violently. And then, it started to move towards her, twisting through the air, and crackling as it was drawn to her. Below, Archibald fr

"Can they wake him without me?" "No. You are the key. But they can try." Kara stepped into the room. "If enough shifters believe in his return, if enough of them pour their power into the idea of him, he might manifest on his own. Not the real First Wolf. A shadow of him. A hungry ghost." "And what would that ghost do?" Kara's face was grim. "It would consume. Every shifter it touched would be drained, their power added to its own. It would grow until there was nothing left."

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”