Harry Potter Wraiths Novels & Stories

The mere idea that the eerie presence tailing me wasn't just some figment of imagination, but a malevolent entity—a wraith—sent chills down my spine. "Wraiths aren't just any shadows, they're much more than that." His voice, grave and weighted with concern, narrated the sinister nature of this creature. "They are born from the anguish of tortured souls, driven by an insatiable thirst for retribution against those who had wronged it. Since souls, for a better lack for words, can't hold memories…wraiths wait around dark alleys and areas shrouded by darkness, to feed upon the souls of those they deem as threats. In this case, the wraiths have decided to target you for some reason."

she whispers, her form crumbling, her starlight fading, her body ash. The wraith’s final claw slashes Renn, his relics shattering, his scar bleeding shadow, his body still, his hymn gone. Cassia’s cry pierces the air, her fire flaring, her blade striking the wraith’s remnants, her eyes glistening. Kalia’s orb pulses, its light flooding the altar, sealing the rift, the Veil’s hymn surging, its threads weaving anew. The wraith shatters, its essence dissolving, the abyss stilling, the Veil’s starlight faint but enduring.

“But right now? We need each other.” Kieran’s eyes narrow. “Survive what?” That’s when the howl hits. It’s not wolf. Not just wolf. It’s deeper, ragged, like bone breaking in the middle of the sound. My skin goes cold, every hair standing up. Caius turns his head toward the doorway. “Wraith wolves.” Lyra swears under her breath. “We’ve got maybe ten minutes.” Kieran’s claws slide free with a sound like knives being unsheathed. “Then we fight.”

Icardi exhaled , "I have a large number of witches, we have formed our own flock and the wizarding kingdom has threatened to kill us, so we want to be here, under your protection." werewolves with witches Zayn continued his silence, thinking carefully, "Forever?" Icardi Haza nodded his head "forever". “What do you think?” Stephen said fanatically, but Zayn ignored him. “But before that we must sign several conditions..if one of your wizards breaks them, you will be expelled immediately.” "I agree," Icardi smiled with apparent happiness. Zayn looked at his brother, ignoring Stephen's looks, "Get me the protocol, set the conditions I will send them to you."

“We have to warn them.” But as she spoke, the ground began to shake. A low rumble echoed through the empty world, growing louder with each passing second. From the gray dust, figures began to emerge—people, but not quite. Their skin was pale as snow, their eyes empty, their bodies thin as twigs. They moved slowly, silently, toward the guardians. “These are the remnants of the world’s people,” Lyra said, her voice filled with sadness. “The Frost Wraith didn’t kill them—he turned them into his servants. His ‘Frost Tethers.’”

" Lisa yelled, as a dagger flew past me in a flash. A screeching sound resounded in my ears, causing me to wince before I saw what it was. A wraith. And not just one of them. Dozens. They emerged from the shadows like twisted specters, ethereal entities with a hunger for despair. Their forms were nebulous, veiled in an ominous darkness that seemed to absorb any light daring to touch their skeletal figures. Ghastly whispers... almost like a screeching sound trailed in their wake. Their eyes, like black pits with a needle-size light in the middle, voids of any discernible emotion, gleamed with a malice. "Shit!" Lisa said, pulling out her daggers. "It's more hideous than I expected."

The pack gasped, their weapons raised, but fear flickered in their eyes, even the Ironclaw allies, who’d seen my power break their curse. ‎ ‎“What are they?” I whispered, my voice trembling but steady, my wolf ready, the warmth blazing hot. ‎ ‎Rex’s growl was fierce, his body tensing. “Wraiths,” he said, his voice low, grim. “The curse’s final defenders. Your blood woke them, Talia. They’re here for you.” ‎

The thing in the shadows screamed. It wasn’t a sound meant for ears—it was bone grinding on stone, glass breaking inside Avery’s skull. They clutched their head, staggering back as the Veil itself shivered. A claw pushed through the cracked air, long and jagged, dripping black smoke. Then another. The beast’s head followed, stretching from nothing, stitched from shadow and teeth. Avery froze. “What—what is that?” “A Wraith,” the reaper said, voice like iron. They spun their scythe into both hands. “Predators. Feed on the ones you let slip.”

"And it led me to you." Her pulse kicked. "You're a hunter?" "Something like that." The wind shifted, carrying a metallic scent. Blood. Kael's expression changed. "We're not alone." Before Seraphina could speak, shadows broke through the mist-five shapes, crawling low, their eyes glowing white. Wraiths. Demon wraiths. The kind that tore souls from the living. She swung her blade as one lunged at her. Blue fire burst from the runes, cutting it clean in half. Another came from behind, but Kael moved faster-his hand flared red, and a wave of heat exploded from his palm, burning the creature to ash.

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.