Harry Potter Wraiths Novels & Stories

"No it's not. I heard from Joshua the other day, and he heard from his father that they have a book about these things. A wolf would be born of pure white hair, hair that reflects the coldness of her heart. She would rule over the world with Hades one day. There were so many other things but that was all I heard" he said to me wistfully. "Is that all you heard? Really?" I was suddenly interested. Hades and a queen with white hair? That sounded familiar. "Yup. You should ask him if you are interested. The stories he told me were so good I asked for the book.

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.

I lunged forward, ignoring Liam's warning shout, and grabbed the wraith by what passed for its throat, pulling it close until that void of a face was inches from mine. "Speak clearly!" I roared, channeling every ounce of alpha command into my voice. "Tell us who sent you! Tell us what you want with her!" The wraith convulsed in my grip but I pressed deeper, a cold chill climbed up the arm holding its throat but I didn’t care. “Tell me!” I snarled but the wraith shriek in a way that nearly exploded my eardrums then it vanished. One moment it was there in my hands, solid enough to touch despite being made of shadow. The next, it was gone, leaving only wisps of darkness that dissipated like smo

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.

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.

He won’t be caged again. My magic erupts out of me with a loud, pain filled scream, that drops me to my knees. The ground beneath me ripples as my magic burst free, my new forest friend rising to my aide. Shadows dance and take shape as they burst from the woods, grabbing wolves and throwing them away from us. Roots snap out of the ground like spears, launching themselves toward the wolves who hadn’t moved closer. Several wolves are flung away, vines latching on and burning their skin as they rip them off of Kai, before anyone even understood what was happening.

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

They were tall, faceless horrors of solidified smoke, wielding blades that looked like shards of midnight. "Wraiths!" I roared, my claws unsheathing with a metallic snick. "How tedious," Charles drawled, though his eyes flared a violent, predatory purple. The skirmish was short but visceral. One of the wraiths lunged for my throat, its blade whistling through the air, but I ducked beneath the strike and buried my claws into its misty chest. It didn't bleed; it dissipated with a shriek that sounded like grinding glass. Behind me, Sofia was a whirlwind, her daggers carving arcs of silver through the dark, while Charles moved in a flick-step, decapitating three of the horrors before they could

“Of course not. I just cleaned the lens of your heart camera, if you wanna put it that way. There are countless beings around us other than shadows, dear. Beings that will never harass you or do you any harm. It’s time you let your heart rest from trying to pierce into the darkness and turn to the light.” “Meaning now I’m gonna go around seeing these blurs of light everywhere?” “No. Meaning if you ever need to see them, now they can show themselves to you.” “Oh, okay.” Hugo brought our bowls filled with fresh steamy tea and we lingered there, sipping them in silence like the day before. We heard a knock on the door and Harry made his regal entrance. Today he wore jeans and a tartan shirt. He

"What exactly did you find out? How can we stop this thing?" Brian took over, his face lined with fatigue but determination. "The Shadow Wraith is a powerful entity that was imprisoned by an ancient sorcerer using a series of enchanted symbols. These symbols were designed to contain its essence and prevent it from causing harm. If the Wraith has been freed, we need to either reinforce these symbols or find a way to create new ones to bind it again." Silas leaned forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "Where do we start? Do we have any leads on where we might find the information we need to reinforce or recreate these symbols?"