Httyd Sand Wraith Novels & Stories

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

A Hydras head could be cut off but replaced by two more while a Tydrons four heads were near possible to tear off due to their hard tough skin. A hydra was a subspecies of a fire dragon while the Tydrons was a subspecies of cobalt, which means they did not spit red flames but rather venom and as cobalt dragons, they could not do magic but did have magic running through their veins, similar to middle witches. The King nodded once at this revelation before turning back to face his troops. "Contact Gavin and Louis, I want an update on the search for my son-" "Yes, your majesty, excuse me," Hydra Reye replied bowing lowly before leaving the king's presence.

it screeched, its voice echoing like broken glass, but its cries grew weaker with every passing second. “No!” The second wraith shrieked in fury, its clawed hands reaching desperately toward the fading one. “Don’t leave me! Don’t….don’t.” But no matter how it lunged, no matter how it clawed, it couldn’t stop the inevitable. The first wraith’s body disintegrated into ash and dust, scattering in the air like it had never existed. Ashton, his face contorted in desperation, dragged a dagger across his palm, blood pouring freely as he held it out.

“Worse.” Before she could demand what that meant, the wind shifted—then split with a howl so unnatural it curdled the air. It wasn’t animal. It wasn’t spirit. It was pain given voice. Grief. Hunger. Rage. A sound stitched together from nightmares. The trees shook violently. Somewhere, birds took flight—then dropped dead mid-air. Kaelen’s expression turned grim. “Wraith-hounds. Dren’s summoned them.” Lyra’s stomach twisted violently.

She stood up straight, tears brimming, “Where… where is Hayley?” XXX Hailstorm’s POV I saw Kira disappearing through the trees, trying to catch up but instead, was pulled back. Falling onto the ground, landing on my side with a very hard thud, the wind was knocked out of me. I tried to get back up, not daring to look back but something forced me to.

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'."

I insisted. For a moment, his mouth twitched. Not amusement exactly. Maybe approval that I pushed. “The wraith lands are worse than neutral territories,” Spiro explained. “Neutral paths may kill you because no law holds. Wraith lands may take you even if you survive.” I did not like the difference. Astrid’s voice came quieter. “Wraiths exist there?” Astrid asked. Spiro looked at her. “Yes,” he answered.

Every spark, every flare of light, every pulse of energy screamed that they were a force no one could break. But then—a terrible crack, louder than stone breaking. The chamber floor split beneath Kade’s feet. The ground trembled violently, sending him stumbling toward Lyra and Rylan. A shadow exploded from the fissure, black as a void, and the intruder leapt from the floor, dagger raised high. Rylan growled, lifting Lyra instinctively, shifting fully, fur bristling, gold eyes blazing. Lyra’s chest flared with white-gold energy, the bond screaming like a living thing. But even as they braced, the shadow coalesced—tall, immense, pulsing with dark power. The Winter Wraith had arrived.

Natzy stared at the glowing words, her pulse pounding in her ears. Around them, the whispers grew louder. Panic spread like wildfire. And in the distance, something moved. A shadow. Shifting across the sand. Natzy's hand tightened around her dagger. 'Whatever's coming,' she thought, her eyes were cold and sharp, 'I'll be ready.' The hourglass continued to fall. Tick. Tick. Tick. * * *

"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?"