Novel & Cerita Harry Potter Wraiths

And from behind them, **they came. Creatures. Twisted. Mutated. Part-wolf, part-shadow, their eyes leaking silver fire. "Wraith Wolves!" Lily shouted. The team braced as the first wave descended. Blades clashed. Magic flared. One of her witches was dragged screaming into a wall of smoke, disappearing without a trace. Lily fought like a whirlwind, her twin blades soaked in silver essence, her body surrounded by a protective field drawn from her mother’s bloodline. But they were outnumbered.

“It’s not just the world crumbling. It’s... waking up.” From above, the clouds churned unnaturally fast, spiraling around a point directly above the Watcher’s Citadel, the place they'd sworn never to return to. And yet here they were, drawn like threads back to the center of the curse. A shriek cut the air, not human, not animal, something worse. Cael looked toward the ridge. “They’re coming through,” he muttered. “Already.” The first of the wraithkind spilled through the fracture: spindly creatures, taller than men but thinner than skeletons, their translucent skin barely concealing the black fire underneath. Their mouths were always open, but the sound came from inside them, as if the scre

My brows lowered and I felt my face harden with hatred. His dark lashes lifted as he opened his eyes, hitching his chin in challenge to stare down his nose at me. “Tell me no, Saria. See if you can leave the wraiths and save yourself. See how the nights treat you when you wonder what is happening to those that are left...Knowing you have the power to save them all.” I glared at him. My gaze roving a face which was so handsome, yet so capable of cruelty.

He refused to believe in supernatural beings before despite the strange things that happened to him and his constant nightmares, but now that he was here right before one, there was no way to deny that fact. The side of her lips lifted a bit. “What do you think?” He didn’t say anything. From all the mythical books he had read, only dark creatures had red eyes, and the most famous were… vampires. What was more peculiar was he had dreamt about them before. In his dreams, everything felt real. It was like something about them kept on haunting him. “A demon or a vampire?” He didn’t want to know but he needed to. “Both.” His jaw clenched. He wanted to believe that this couldn’t be real, but altho

Something that still carries the Church’s coin and the Church’s warrants. He sips his ale slowly, eyes scanning the wall behind the bar where fresh posters have been tacked up. The ink is still damp in places. Raven Winterstar stares back at him from the parchment—child’s face, white hair, sharp blue eyes that seem to follow him even in charcoal and soot. Below the sketch: **NECROMANTRESS. 500 GOLD MARKS. DEAD OR ALIVE.** Garrick sets the tankard down. Wipes foam from his mustache with the back of his hand. He’s seen worse bounties. He’s hunted worse things. But a child who raises the dead… that’s new. That’s interesting.

​They were the Wraiths of the North. ​These were the tortured, lingering spirits of the thousand wolves who had died during the first purge—mothers, warriors, and elders whose souls had been caught in the vacuum created by the obsidian cage. They had been twisted by the silence and the cold into shadows of pure, mindless rage. They didn't see me as their Sovereign, and they didn't recognize the children as their kin. To them, we were merely intruders in their frozen tomb, warm things in a world that had long since forgotten the heat of life. As they glided across the ice, the temperature in the room plummeted even further, and the sound of a thousand overlapping sighs filled the air, a choru

The whole room shifted, almost like the darkness was thick enough to chew. That’s when his creatures began slinking out from the cracks—ghastly things, never touched by sun or moon, more bad idea than living being. They whispered and hissed and slithered, crawling so close the air itself felt soggy with malice. Front of the pack, his prize pet: a wraith, face nothing but a yawning black pit, shrouded in wisps of living smoke. "Master," it rasped, sounding like a bad wind through a cemetery. “Did you call?”

she shouted and my apartment began to rotate. Before I could say anything, she turned a vampiress and charged towards me, the next thing I felt was a sharp pain on my neck, I felt like my spirit is leaving me, I began to lost my strength little by little before I finally blacked out. . . . 🪐VAMPIRES WORLD 🪐. 👻Princess Maijat👻.

He had two knives in his hands now and before Slither could even blink, Jake stabbed each knife into his shoulders. “Any last words, Slither?” “Who the fuck are you?” Slither asked him with a grimace. “Wrath.” Jake pulled the knives from his shoulders and turned the blades, swiping them across Slither’s throat. Blood sprayed over Jake’s face, and when he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless. He walked past Weasel, back in the direction of where they left the van, and Weasel jogged to catch up with him. Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.

All around us, wolves screamed and howled. Nyra’s pack held their ground, but barely. They moved in their groups, coordinated like teeth in a biting jaw. They took down a Wraith, then moved to the next. But the Wraiths were built for death, their hide unnaturally thick, their bloodthirst too much. Two wolves got crushed under a single stomp just behind me. One was flung into a tree so hard the bark cracked with him. Another unit circled a Wraith whose leading leg was ripped off by Nyra.