Maternal Wraith Novels & Stories

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

"Momma?" Then a wraith appears behind her. Its eating her magic and it wants mine too. "Pathetic," it seethes out in a voice that sounds like cicadas and yet familiar at the same time. Then the bony hand thrusts through my mother, ripping her apart like my doll. I scream. My magic lashes out in all directions. Trees explode. Dirt and grass shoot outward. The wraith shreds like tissue paper. Its cries echo around me before it disappears. Drained, I fall where I stand. There's nothing left around me except bloody pieces of my family. And my heart. I huddle into myself.

I know this coldness comes with the wraiths. I cover her body and exit the room. I go straight to my parents' apartments, bursting in. They are not in the living area. I go to their bedroom and push the door open; they do not faze me in that position. Mom shrieks and throws a pillow at me, " Nicholas! Knock!" she shouts, getting off Dad's lap. " Apphia got the wraiths. I couldn't stop it," I say, suddenly tired and weak. And then, it truly hits me. I might lose my mate. The wraiths are within her.

“This is it. Either she destroys it, or we all die.” The struggle tore at Serenya’s body, every bone feeling as though it might shatter. But she pressed on, her eyes blazing like twin suns. Her voice rose above the chaos. “I am Serenya Vale. Heiress of the true line, Guardian of the realm, and child of both shadow and star. You will not break me!” With one final cry, she unleashed everything—light surging outward like a thousand shattered stars reuniting into one. The Wraith screamed as its form disintegrated, dissolving into ash that scattered into the night sky like sparks.

She needs her head in the game if she doesn't want to land her ass in jail along Maddy and Emily. Nathan was her past, a past that she can't include in her future because she was afraid of commitment. Jes had just learned to fly she doesn't want a relationship to clip her wings~ ****** NEW BOOK CHASED BY A DRAGON KING Beware of the Ruler Of The Skies~ He can turn your bones into Ashes with the Moondust that he holds in his lungs and fire in his eyes. The descendants of the Gods, the King of the Dragons~ Females melt just by his single brilliantly blazing gaze but the heart of the King Of Dragons had always sought a female he did not know the name of.

On the way back to the castle, I accidentally bumped into someone, but I was too dazed to even offer an apology. My legs carried me forward, but my mind was trapped in the scene I had just witnessed. Griffith who once held me like the most precious treasure was now planning to cut my womb out of my body. But he knew—he had always known—that my greatest wish was to have a child of my own. A group of young women by the roadside cast envious glances my way.

We only had one thing in common: we both lost our mothers early. Ava was a year older than me; her mom had passed away while giving birth to her. I stared at my ceiling, wondering if he would be at the festival. I wondered if he would ever notice someone as pathetic as I was. He was one of the strongest wolves in the pack. He moved among his pack; they were the strongest wolves in Dycan. I had a premonition that he was my mate, probably wishful thinking. If I'm being honest with myself, I didn't have that right. I was yet to transition; I was probably thinking from my heart, not my head. Derrick was no ordinary wolf; he needed a real mate, not a mutt. Never in the history of Dycan has any mu

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.

My mother, Sophie Nash, was also my homeroom teacher, and she loved nothing more than using me to assert her authority. She was convinced that the worse off I was, the more afraid my classmates would be, and the higher her authority would be. Once, when I passed an eraser to a classmate during class, she slapped me so hard across the face in front of the whole class that my face swelled up. Another time, after I secretly ate a crumb of a classmate’s snack during recess, my mom dragged me up to the front of the classroom and pricked my lip with a needle until blood gushed out. Later, when a classmate was caught by the vice principal for having a romantic relationship while underaged, my m

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.