Harry Potter Wraith Novels & Stories

One day, everything was normal, great even, and the next thing you know, your life is destroyed over one bad decision. Yep, all it took was one stupid decision and my wolf was gone. I kept crossing my fingers that there was a chance she might come back—that she was still somewhere deep within me, stagnant, in a coma, just needing a little shove to wake up. That's why I went to see a witch on a regular basis. That was my other secret.

When he was about to go to his father, he suddenly remembered the book that had suddenly appeared on top of his body, along with the necklace that hung beautifully around his burly neck. ⚛⚛⚛ "What is this!" exclaimed Aza when she started reading on the first page. "Hidden worlds are places where things that are not real come true, such as vampires, werewolves, mermaids, forest fairies, dragons, phoenixes and many more. But among all that, the highest hierarchy is magicians." "Because only magicians are able to control the life source crystal cube in the hidden world, it is said that only the eight cube magicians can trace the crystal cube's location,"

Willow immediately bowed her head after finally regaining her composure when the reality of the situation cleared up. "Goddess Hecate, it's such an honor." Willow's heart thundered in her chest. To meet the Goddess of Witchcraft was a very rare occurrence amongst the Witches, and she only showed herself to those with exceptional power. Hecate's eyes twinkled with amusement as she turned her back to her and began walking through the mist. Willow raised her foot to follow when she felt something cold and smooth slither past her. Glancing down into the mist, a serpent with scales that were like oil on water had brushed alongside of her, but paid her no mind. She sucked in a breath until the ser

At Holcomb Bridge, His father had taught him about the secrets of his ancestors that no one knew about. People knew they had unimaginable strength as Nati's blessed, but never knew the secret of all their victories. The first secret was the wraith army, if a Nayak king was driven to a corner, with defeat flashing through his eyes. He can take Nati's bow and a golden arrow and shoot it into the sky, Nati's army would respond to him and fight the war with him. The soldiers of this army are wraiths, they look like normal Nayaki soldiers but they are undead, they match the strength of the king and they cannot be killed.

Just a little bit more of the exposure would not hurt so much. A few hours later, Sophia was carrying her injured body into the chambers of the alpha. She had been cleaning every single part of the pack's house for the last few hours including those of her peers. Her wound had stopped bleeding. However, the freshness of it still fired pain signals to her brain. The alpha's chamber was situated beyond three frontiers of powerful security in the palace. The story of the mystical vault was not far from reach. It was a rather common myth that has circulated through the members of the pack as far as she can remember. The story had it that the vault was built by one of the ancestral alphas and is

The ground stopped shaking, and the remaining Tethers fled, disappearing into the gray plain. The combined key floated down into Lyra’s hand. It glowed with a warm, golden light, and now they could see it clearly—two keys merged into one, with a third key’s power woven into it. “We need to wake it up,” Lyra said. “We need its power to stop the Frost Wraith.” But as she spoke, a figure appeared on the horizon—tall, thin, with white hair that flowed like snow, eyes like ice. The Frost Wraith. He walked toward them, his steps silent, his presence making the air grow colder.

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 city lay cradled between stone cliffs and frozen pines, cloaked in mist and moonlight a neutral ground carved from old treaties and older blood. Even here, I could feel the tension in the air. Wolf-shifters moved through the streets in wary silence. Some bore the white tattoos of the Highland Clans, others the storm-gray brands of the South. They nodded as I passed, respectful, but wary. I was Frostfang, northern royalty and a healer in a world that only valued warriors. My wolf stirred beneath my skin. Something is wrong, Nemphis whispered. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t afford to listen to instincts, not here, not now. I looked up and admired the Hall.

Jason found me under the silver willows, book in hand, looking lost. “She’s planning something,” he said, sitting beside me. “I can feel it.” “So can I,” I replied. Kael joined us, arms crossed. “Lira told me sentries reported movement in the lower vaults. Old energy signatures. Sparks of something… wrong.” I didn’t react. But inside, my fire stirred. Because I knew what it was. The ritual. Morwen wouldn’t bring Harry back whole. She can't, because Harry is a strong force on his own. He has lived for centuries,always returning to earth with different faces and bodies, but still the same.

Lyra replied with a faint smile, “You can rest assured, Alpha Raven. We witches are the most skilled at matters like this.” Once Raven’s group had left, Lyra returned to her private room. It had been temporarily converted by her people into a makeshift laboratory. On the table were several dark purple-black stones, samples she had collected near the Vinterfall spring. Under the lamplight, their surfaces shimmered with a mysterious violet hue, emanating an ominous aura. Lyra donned gloves and carefully split one of the stones with a hammer. Inside, its core revealed spiral-like veins that seemed to emit a dim, sinister glow.