Maternal Wraith 소설 & 이야기

“For every woman who bled before us.” “For every mother who wept,” Luna replied. “For every child born in chains.” “For every queen who fell to her knees.” Lightning struck the cliffs, illuminating their entwined forms mother and daughter locked in ritual, light and shadow wrestling within them. Matteo watched from the outer edge, unable to intervene, the storm lashing against him. He had faced death a thousand times, but this watching them both unravel was something else entirely. His hand reached out, but the power pushed him back, throwing him to the ground as if the earth itself rejected interference.

But it won’t. It won’t. “I didn’t ask for this!” I sob, voice raw and ugly. “I didn’t ask to be born into some prophecy! I didn’t ask them to die for me!” A flash of silver armor. Blood. Screams. My father howling as he shifts, my mother wielding blades made of moonlight. The maid vanishing into the trees, my baby form bundled against her chest. Another scream tears from my throat, but it doesn’t sound human. It sounds ancient. Like something buried deep in my soul is cracking open.

​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

"You ungrateful little monster! You're a curse on this family! How did the Sutherlands ever raise someone like you? "Your mother has sacrificed everything for you! Are you trying to destroy us all before you're satisfied?" I looked at her face, twisted and red with fury, and felt nothing but cold. So this was how they saw it. Mom had been stealing Dad's money to bankroll their entire family, and in their eyes, she was the one making sacrifices. While their curses chased me down the road, I got into the Porsche that had always been mine, turned the engine over, and drove away without looking back.

In return, I got forbidden access. I forcefully tore open the gates of Tartarus. Piercing wails of ghosts erupted through the ground. Countless enemies and vengeful wraiths, suppressed by my family for centuries, swarmed out. They formed a black flood, roaring as they crashed into the magnificent manor. I dragged a fancy high-backed chair over and sat right in the middle of the ruined temple. Like a completely emotionless spectator, I calmly watched the feast of destruction. The wraiths savagely tore at my mother's fine gowns. They burrowed into Sierra's skin, ruthlessly gnawing at her soul.

They quiver but he couldn’t help himself but to know more. “What does that mean?” He presses. Nadia blinked her eyes, befuddled by his question. Her instinctual actions did claim him as her mate, but why? “I don’t know.” Is the only thing that came out of her mouth. “You have a hold on me..what are you? A witch?” His grip tightens, forcing Nadia to grimace but he quickly loosens them when he realizes her expressions are pained. Nadia didn’t know what to say. She had no intentions of mating or mating with this..vampire.

“She is My Lord,” Crystal stretched out her hand, and a chain made out of Chaos was conjured from her hands and latched onto the chains binding the Wraith. The eyes of the Wraith were filled with hatred, and she stared at Crystal intently, as though she could kill her with nothing but her gaze. And why wouldn’t she hate the one who trapped her; especially when she was so close to getting away.

"Liam? What are y…" "You are the world's most cherished being! Witches, goblins, demons and vampires….they are all in a fight for your baneblood!" Mother Of Whispers grunted with an artifice smile on her features. She turned in Amethyst's direction and cast her investigative glance for a long time.