Maternal Wraith Novels & Stories

"Auntie, are you okay?" "Yes child," Dagmar muttered. "Are you sure the infant was a girl?" "Positive." Chloe frowned. "Why?" "Because that means you somehow dreamt of a very rare event indeed." The old woman replied quietly. "The birth of a Shadow Wolf Queen."

Each Guardian lit up, their spirits blooming into full radiance behind their eyes—Cheyenne’s glowing huntress, Isolde’s spectral twins, Chelsea’s storm-bound spirit, Nalia’s inferno halo, and Tora’s molten scale. They moved as one. Power surged. The sky dimmed. And the Mother screamed. The crystal prison cracked first with a hiss—then shattered in a pulse of dark magic so strong it sent Chelsea flying backward, landing hard with a cry. The Mother stepped through the dust cloud, glowing with stolen power, eyes now completely black. “You think you’ve come so far,” she sneered. “You still don’t understand what I am.” She snapped her fingers. The sky split open.

She moped the kitchen sparkling clean and went to tell her Mum to rest for the day but her mouth dropped from what she saw. In her eyes, her Mum was drowning herself in the pool but to Mrs Jain, It was just a cooling process for her, due to her reincarnation. The reincarnation process was hell itself because all of the things she was doing were out of her own will. The Vampire's Rooh inside of her was making her go crazy or insane or both.

A Wraith is a predator that has already lost everything, which means it has no fear of the dark. I stood in the center of the melting Vault, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. The scent of Elena’s "Anti-Matter" blade was a sharp, metallic sting in the air, but the smell coming from Dante—the raw, ozone-heavy scent of the Void-Titan—was overwhelming. The "Shadow-Heir" in his arms let out another cry, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards and made the obsidian walls bleed liquid shadow. Dante didn't pull away from the dagger Elena had buried in his chest. Instead, he leaned into it. He stepped forward, forcing the hilt against his own ribs, his eyes locked on

Found the red smear on my forehead, the line of drops in the cracked soil, the hunched curve of my shoulders. The wraiths stilled. “She sees you,” they whispered, their voices suddenly wary. “The Mother of Night. The Keeper of Tides. She looks through you.”

"Why help us? What's your real objective?" For the first time, Wraith's manic energy faltered. "I told you. They have my daughter. A child I didn't know existed until they showed me her photo last month. Three years old. Created from my genetic material while I was in their psychiatric facility. They've been raising her in one of their labs, and they'll kill her if I don't complete this mission." "What mission?" Anya's voice was sharp. "You said you'd help us catch Architect in exchange for safe passage to South America."

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

They attacked in swirling, liquid forms that froze on contact. Kael shifted and fought at the water’s edge, his wolf form roaring as icy claws raked his sides. Damien dove into the water like a shadow, tearing the wraiths apart from within. Serena channeled violet magic to purify the spring long enough for them to collect a glowing vial of Lunar Essence. As they succeeded, Serena suddenly cried out in pain. A vision slammed into her: She saw her mother — who had died years ago — reaching out from the corrupted spring, begging Serena to join her in eternal peace.

"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.

he says calmly. "Please help me. I want this darkness gone, even if I have to take it on. I'm ready to risk my life, die even," I beg. The mage contemplates, silent for a long time, and nods curtly. Nirvaan tells me how to summon the wraiths. I have to be close to my mate, open my mind, put my power on blast, and like a moth to a flame, it will enter me. The best way would be to do it when we are intimate. That's when Nicholas will be vulnerable.