Maternal Wraith Novels & Stories

Daphne said, still holding my hand. "Rachelle, I beg you, do not go out there," Grandmother whispered to my mother, her voice stern. My mother turned. "Protect my child, the princess." Then my mother's body morphed and changed as she stood in the doorway. Fur as white as snow sprouted from her body as her nose elongated, her body shimmering until she was a huge, white Arctic Wolf. Then she leaped out of the tent, and there was snarling and growling outside.

[Elara's POV] [Lost her memory of past few days] I backed away as the creature launched its attack. Clutching the sword from the temple, I struck at it, but the blade passed through its misty fog as if it were nothing. I knew it wasn’t my mother. The Echo Wraith always appeared as a familiar face—a loved one, a long-lost friend, or a figure from the victim’s past—only to grotesquely distort and morph into a disturbing mask of anguish or malevolence. The expressions on its face are exaggerated and twisted, reflecting the lies and deceit it preys upon. One moment it might seem sorrowful, and the next, it could sneer with malevolence. Its misty form occasionally shimmers with an eerie glow that

“wraith and revenant. they’re what, six weeks old? and already the healers say they’re shifting in their sleep. tiny furballs with gold eyes and violet ones, growling at shadows.” Rhea drained her tankard, set it down with a clunk. “i held wraith last night during the watch. she latched on that rag doll like it was a throat. little demon’s got her mother’s fire.” Kaelin leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice dropping. “and revenant? he quiets when you hum the old ironfang dirge. like he knows his father’s voice in it somewhere.” Serna swallowed hard, the lump in her throat tasting like ash. “they’re the only reason we’re still here, you know that? every time i swing this hammer, i see their

"Yes. Yes I very much do expect you to sleep on the floor." If the ball was in her court, Niva would've vehemently refused. But he was the one with the knowledge she needed. "Fine, take the bed, I don't care. Just tell me more about what this thing is and how we can stop it." "Not what. Who?." Her lip parted slightly and he furthered in explanation. "Wraiths are paranormal entities, but before the time of transition into death they were living people. Fueled by nothing but vengeance." He smacked his lips amusingly.

"They are born from the anguish of tortured souls, driven by an insatiable thirst for retribution against those who had wronged it. Since souls, for a better lack for words, can't hold memories…wraiths wait around dark alleys and areas shrouded by darkness, to feed upon the souls of those they deem as threats. In this case, the wraiths have decided to target you for some reason." It was hauntingly clear that I had unwillingly become entangled in something far beyond my comprehension. The gravity of Krimson's revelation began to sink in, the implications spiraling into a maelstrom of anxiety. The wraith's relentless pursuit for vengeance was a chilling realization—I was its target, marked by

energy of the planet’s core. “Mommy, the chair is breathing,” Hope whispered, clutching my hand. Her emerald halo was reflecting off the glass floors, turning the shadows into a dance of light. “It’s not breathing, Hope,” Leo corrected, his indigo runes glowing with a terrifyingly sharp clarity. “It’s Syncing. It’s waiting for a heartbeat to match its own.” As I approached the throne, a figure manifested from the shadows beside it. It wasn't a wolf, and it wasn't a machine. It was a Wraith of the Old North—the collective memory of the Alphas who had chosen power over the pack.

"I know. Elara told me." Roran shakes his head. "Elara knows only half. The vault is guarded by a wraith. A spirit your mother bound to protect her treasures. It will test you. If you fail, you die. If you pass, you get the weapons." "A test. What kind?" "Your mother was a warrior. She believed in pain as a teacher." Roran's voice drops. "The wraith will show you your worst fear. You must face it without flinching. One moment of doubt, and it will tear your soul from your body."

But Elara barely heard him, because there—standing just outside the temple’s barrier—was her mother. Or at least… something that looked like her. The woman in the doorway had the same raven-black hair, the same piercing silver eyes, the same delicate features that Elara had spent her entire life memorizing. But her mother had died years ago. This wasn’t real. “Elara, my love,” the woman whispered, stepping closer. Her feet never touched the ground. “Come to me.” Elara couldn’t move. The wraiths weren’t supposed to be able to enter the temple. And yet, here she was. Her mother.

“How can they not know? You said on the phone that Piper collapsed. A she-wolf does not collapse for no reason, especially not one with alpha blood.” “Is she pregnant?” I asked, feeling just as confused as Aiden. “No. That much we know. She isn’t pregnant.” “What do they know?” Aiden asked. “Dr. Hyder has been directing her medical care remotely, telling our doctors and his medical student what to do. From what our doctors have told me, Dr. Hyder isn’t willing to share what his working theory is or what he is looking for, and it is still a mystery to them. They think it may have something to do with the scent blockers that she has been taking, but that’s just a guess.”

And Naro, just a kid. "What could he have done?" she asked, nodding toward Naro. "He's no exception," Kyle said flatly. "He either killed someone or caused their death. Same as everyone here." "How do you know?" "Because that's how this place works." Kyle's eyes were dark, and serious. "VEDRAH is a supernatural prison. The most evil humans are sent here. There are no walls, no guards, no laws. Nature itself is the punishment." Natzy stared at him, her mind racing.