Harry Potter Wraiths Novels & Stories

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

The hiding of the clan, however, is the real horror of this world I now live in. The Blackclaw clan hides in the space between worlds, or so I’ve eavesdropped/heard Krono explain one time. On one side, the clan borders the dark forest of a world full of monsters. It is said that the dark forest hides vampires, extinct in be human world, witches and warlocks like Krono, and other human myths come to life. It is said that Lorez found a magical stone that teleported him to this world, where he first met Krono. From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began.

KIARAS POV It’s been two months now since I arrived here at the White Haven Coven. Though, it definitely has felt longer. My first week here was tough trying to just fit in. There are definitely some witches and warlocks that made it their life’s mission to make me miserable. What gets me the most is that it’s mainly adults that have an issue with me. Aunt Karina told me to ignore them. That they are just jealous because I can tap into magic no one else can without using dark magic which would also cause them to lose their powers a lot faster. Not for me because dark magic was used to create me, so I get all the benefits and as far as we know, none of the downfall. Eventually, I lost my temp

I nodded, “I can do that.” I spent the next hour making ice spears and daggers. Every time I would get a pile of twenty of each, a demon would grab them up and take them outside for me. I asked King Izzoth, “The war is starting, isn’t it?” He nodded, “It is. That would be why it is only you, your Grandma Gaby and me down here. I’m only in here to help you look for targets. After you finish that dagger, let’s get to the windows.” I nodded and finished up the dagger and stood up. He took me to the windows that are directly under my bedroom window. There were four sets of red eyes looking up. I smiled, “Let’s see if I can do this.” I picked up four daggers simultaneously and hurled them as fast

Vasilisa was packing her grimoire, wrapping it up with a large piece of gold cloth she had found. "Why Latin?" said Vasilisa. "Because it's a dead language and everybody likes to use it to summon a spell, like Harry Potter," Ruslan said. "Who's Harry Potter?" the sorceress asked. "He's a wizard," Ruslan chuckled. "Why haven't I heard of him before?" "Because he's probably in another crazier universe than this, that's why," Cassandra interrupted. "If you want old, there's plenty of languages older than Latin," Vasilisa said to Ruslan.

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

A terrible, suffocating dread filled the room. Victor stepped forward, his grip still locked onto her wrist, pulling her right to the edge of the crate. He looked down at Alexei, who held a heavy crowbar. "Open it," Victor ordered coldly. With a loud, screeching groan of tearing metal and wood, Alexei pried the top lid off the crate and kicked it aside. Serena looked inside, and a sharp, horrified scream tore from her throat. She stumbled backward, her knees buckling, but Victor’s iron grip on her wrist kept her upright, anchoring her forcibly to his side.

Their bodies snapped forward in broken bursts, too fast then too still, limbs stretching and recoiling in ways that made my eyes struggle to predict them. Some were nearly human in shape, but wrong under the skin. Others had backs ridged with shadowy spines, arms ending in claws, torsos twisted as if more than one body had been forced into one frame. Black veins crawled under pale skin. Shadows clung to them like wet cloth. When the wind hit them, pieces of darkness peeled from their bodies and folded back into them. Wraith magic. I felt it before I understood it. Cold under the heat. Rot under the ash. A kind of hunger that did not want flesh first. It wanted the space inside the soul where

Kaelen rasped, his mechanical exoskeleton groaning as the red fog began to corrode the titanium plates. ​From the dark waters of the bay, the first of the Blood-Wraiths emerged. They weren't shifters, and they weren't machines. They were spindly, multi-limbed horrors made of a dark, oily substance that seemed to absorb the light around them. They didn't have eyes; they had "Scent-Slits" that pulsed with a red, bioluminescent glow. ​"They're not hunting us for our Resonance," Maya said, her golden-white aura flickering as she raised a shield. "They're hunting us for the 'Zero-Variable.' They’re scavengers of the 'New-Evolution'."

Something that wanted us, wanted the bond, wanted to feed on the power we'd created together. The wraith turned its eyeless attention on me. Its laughter became words: Little mages—bound and bleeding. Give me your coupling, your climax, your lifeblood—and I will let your wolves live. James snarled. He stepped in front of me, the bond flaring so bright I had to squint. "You touch her, I'll tear you apart atom by atom." But the wraith was already moving, tendrils lashing toward us. Dorian leaped in front of James, taking a blow that sent him skidding across the ground, blood spraying from his shoulder. Elias howled, lunging again, but he was slowed.