Maternal Wraith Novels & Stories

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.

It was just a frown after all. Pack mother did not show up. However, she did show up exactly five days later. “You are late!” A harsh growl bounced against the walls of the meeting hall the moment we entered. A heavily built tall figure dressed in an overall khaki appeared in the far end of the room. “That's the Pack mother?” I mumbled to myself, blinking. “Yes. She's chief elder Wraith’s wife,” Beatrice revealed. “She's Elder Wraith’s wife?!!” Goddess, why didn't anyone say anything?!

“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.

I say, pushing the final sheet, which now contains full sentences that I had been working on, towards her. She leans down, frowning as she reads the heading. This was a language long forgotten… and although there are still parts of the passage that are too damaged to read, or simply not fully readable, it makes sense overall. “Shadow Wraiths…” Her heart thunders as she scans the page. “Shadow wraiths are subspecies of the wraith family… What on earth… they don’t exist.” “Are you sure?” I ask, sitting back and looking up at her.

"Something's wrong..." "You're not leaving," a cold voice said from the darkness. Wraith stepped out of the shadows, his eyes glowing gold in the moonlight. "What did you do to her?" Lila snarled, pulling me closer protectively. "What I had to," he said. "To keep her safe." "Safe?" Lila spat. "She's in agony!" "She'll be fine once she's back inside pack borders," he said, moving closer. "The binding spell is designed to protect her and the baby."

I replied, though I had not known. Not really. Knowing a thing could bargain for souls was different from hearing it wear your mother’s voice while claws dug into your flesh. Spiro crashed down near us, dragon body shaking the ground. “Move!” Spiro roared. We moved. Or tried to. Then the wraith-touched surged again. More than before. They poured from the ash in a wave of pale limbs, black veins, and shadow. The ridge vanished behind their bodies. The path behind us was crawling. The air itself seemed thick with them. Nyra lifted her hand, Seraphina spreading wide beside her, but I felt it through the bond. She was tiring.

A shiver runs up my spine as the memory of my mother running for her life when her village was attacked echoes through my head. My mother wasn’t just a shifter. She was a witch, wasn’t she? And somehow, Morgathra knows that. “A hybrid pregnancy is terribly unsafe, my king. You should have come to me sooner–at the very beginning.” She extends her fist, unfurling her fingers one by one. Hazy green light expands from her open palm before fading and twisting into something new–a tiny glass vial full of liquid the same color as her magic. “This will strengthen her and the baby. They will live.”

A vision shatters over us— --- Scene One: The Birth of the Wyrm A woman in silver robes kneels in a room of starlight and bone. Her eyes blaze with flame. Her belly's round and hard. A voice speaks from the walls themselves. > "One shall bear the beast, and in bearing, bind it. Her blood will not be mortal. Her fire, not hers alone." I take a gasping breath. "That's her," Ingrid whispers close beside me. "Your mother." The woman—my mother—cries out. Not in agony, but power. A shadow of a dragon bursts from her chest and wraps around her as a shield. Not born. Bound.