Harry Potter Wraith นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

“I’ve waited a long time to meet you in the flesh.” Lira blocked my path, her jaw clenched, shoulders rigid. “You’re not supposed to be alive,” she said. Wraith tilted his head. “Neither are you. But here we are. Like a family reunion... except one of us brought the matches.” The others behind him didn’t speak. They stood in a loose arc, some twitching, some humming softly, all of them watching me like wolves waiting for the weakest step. I could smell the decay on them. Something about their minds had snapped and been stitched back together wrong.

I ask, sitting back and looking up at her. She looks back at the page, as I stare at the image depicting a monster-like creature with smoke and shadows surrounding him. Because the picture was so far from a human, we hadn’t paid it any attention when we had all tried to find out what we were dealing with. “Shadow Wraiths take a host to survive and to gain a solid physical form… Resulting in them disguising themselves in the identity of their hosts. With incredible speed and strength, Shadow Wraiths are even stronger where there are shadows present. Wraiths cannot be killed unless their true names are found and taken, upon driving a weapon made of pure iron coated with Nightshade, Ephedra and

Raina, you should’ve continued to run, Poppy growled into her head. They both ran after Alana, gaining on the crying witch as the wraith dragged her through the air. Poppy leaped tackling Alana to the ground, forcing the wraith to release its phantom hold. Without a thought, Raina jumped on the wraith and she was surprised that she felt an actual body beneath her paws. How was that even possible? Wraiths were spirits, not physically there. The wraith screeched in rage. She immediately sank her teeth into it and the wraith squealed in pain as if she was actually harming it. The body she felt started to fade away until her paws found the ground beneath her.

One thing was made clear, Bree Davidson was almost done, They could both sense her soul exiting inch by inch giving way for the darkness, The daemon began to to advance, it claws extended and it's maw dripping spittle, it eyes black displaying intense hatred "Get ready to die!" it howled and lunged for Moira whose magic instantly deflected it backwards, but unlike before the Wraith landed quite well on it's feet moving back only a few meters, it made another lunge at her There was large crack as the earth split open, and from its depths came the hands of souls dragging and clawing at the demon "Ustanite iz dubina i zatražite pale" Hades called in a raspy voice his eyes glowing a faint yellow

a voice said when Paoli opened the door. William recognized the speaker. It was the werewolf, Empusa. He exchanged a look with Paoli first, then William. William could have sworn he saw concern in Empusa's eyes. Not a good sign. Empusa led them out of the room to meet up with the rest of their procession. Waiting for them was one other guard William knew; a vampire name Sekhmet; and two he didn't recognize. The trio followed the group of four Coven guards through the halls of the immense castle, walking down one corridor after another. Their footfalls echoed along the cold of the marble beneath them. Emily's breathing came in short bursts and William cold smell the adrenaline emitting from h

‘Block it out’. With a breathy, yet chilly exhale. Frost spiraled outward from my hands in veins of silver-blue. It raced down through my palm into the ground, reaching hastily to the circle and the irregularly formed entity Higan had unleashed. It wouldn't be enough to kill it, heck, I barely knew if we could kill something so vague and twisted in nature. But my intention was to build a wall thick enough that whatever it hungered for, it wouldn’t get from the werewolves still finding their footing.

“I must say, princess, I did not expect you to think of me so soon.” Elara’s blood ran cold. The torches flickered violently, shadows twisting unnaturally along the walls. A chilling presence filled the chamber, pressing down on her like invisible hands. Slowly, she turned her head— And there he was. The Wraith King. Tall and imposing, his form was draped in layers of dark, spectral robes, shifting as if woven from pure night. His face was obscured beneath a hood, but his eyes burned through the darkness—two haunting orbs of silver fire. The air around him shimmered, a distortion of reality itself, as though the world could barely contain his presence.

One stupid woman even said she would willingly give herself to him and make babies with him if he just gave her a glance. I also found out that he was the infamous Morgan Wright, the CEO of Wright Corporation and the heir to the Wright Empire. Before my uncle finished making his call, the whispers around me had already given me a vague impression of the handsome man, and I had also come to the conclusion; he was an arrogant jerk.

Never him. He was Victor Volkov. A deadly pakhan. Nothing escapes him. No human. No soul. He stopped inches away, towering over her, rain dripping from his jaw, his eyes locked onto hers like a predator that had already decided how this would end. “You’re shaking,” he murmured. “I’m cold.” A lie. His gaze darkened. “Don’t,” he said quietly. “Don’t insult me by lying.” Her chin lifted, defiance flickering through the fear she tried so hard to bury.