Maternal Wraith Novels & Stories

“The Wraith... it's in pieces!” Thorne's golden eyes sparkled. "The pieces..." Everything... It is falling apart because of how strong she is!"" I looked into Draven's dark blue eyes. The Wraith will try one last trick, even though you are bound to the moon. It will attack you physically and test your heart, soul, and everything you hold dear.

“He’ll rip you in half before you squeeze it.” Wraith chuckled. “She’s not wrong.” He looked at me again. And this time, I saw it. Recognition. But not professional. Personal. And then he said something that cracked my ribs from the inside out. “She’s got your eyes.” My heart slammed to a stop. “What?” Wraith’s smile dropped, just for a second. “Your daughter,” he said softly. “The younger one. The one with the scar under her ear. I saw her. Last year.”

Nyxara Vale—survivor, matriarch, White Wolf, mother—let herself breathe, just for a moment, in the soft hush that followed everything, the world holding still around her. She let herself believe, for the first time, that this was only the beginning.

If it weren't for that cup of water, I might never have realized she used occult means. The first time I heard the voice, I'd drunk the water she handed me. I'd hired a master to probe what was wrong, and only then learned my unborn baby carried an extra soul. It was the missing piece belonging to Ashley. The fragment could not harm us physically, but it could conjure voices that ruined lives. When I saw the shock on his face, I seized Ashley's arm and bared the scarred skin on her forearm. "This burn? She'd it had reconstructed by a doctor to impersonate me—an artificial mark to make herself look like the rescuer. Any hospital check would show it was recent."

Sonia said. “What vision are you talking about? And when did you start seeing visions?” He teased her. “It's not funny Frank,” Rose murmured. “I saw a vision where I was carrying my own baby and leaving that same hospital. It could be a sign. Let’s help her.” “I don't feel good about this, Sonia, but okay.” he said. “By the way, we need a maid. We could employ her as a maid.” Rose added. “Maid? A pregnant woman in danger?” Frank asked, as he washed the dishes in the basin.

she whispers, her form crumbling, her starlight fading, her body ash. The wraith’s final claw slashes Renn, his relics shattering, his scar bleeding shadow, his body still, his hymn gone. Cassia’s cry pierces the air, her fire flaring, her blade striking the wraith’s remnants, her eyes glistening. Kalia’s orb pulses, its light flooding the altar, sealing the rift, the Veil’s hymn surging, its threads weaving anew. The wraith shatters, its essence dissolving, the abyss stilling, the Veil’s starlight faint but enduring.

Then I start down the slope. Not because I trust them. Not because I think they’ll welcome me. But because the road east continues beyond this valley. And because the shadows are already moving ahead of me, clearing a path through the dusk. Raven Winterstar—scion, survivor, Necromantress—steps into the firelight. And the world holds its breath.

“She is my daughter. She belongs in the palace, not in the dirt with a traitor.” “She belongs to herself,” Silas countered. He stepped back as the shadows at the edge of the garden began to thicken and boil. From the dark, the mercury-shadow creature—the manifestation of The Mother’s Wrath—dragged itself into the moonlight. It had the face of a young Eleonora Moretti, beautiful and predatory, but its body was a shifting, multi-limbed nightmare of liquid metal and resentment. It let out a sound that wasn't a scream, but the screech of tearing metal.

“What do you mean by ‘reborn’?” “Myra, you were once known by the same name. Your mate was Damian who was then a vampire as well. You were mates, and the pairing was a rare one.” Alexandra’s explanation came out in bits and pieces. “That time too, that bitch of a queen didn’t want you to be his mate because she didn’t want any hybrid,” she said, her lips curling into a sneer. Her gray eyes pinned me to the spot. “This time she is playing the same game and by the looks of it, she has a big hold on something.”