Phantom Vs Wraith Vs Ghost Novels & Stories

"Because if I'm going into a room full of monsters who view me as a steak dinner, I'd rather not go in looking like an offering." Paoli chuckled. “Does the meaning really matter?” “It does to me,” she said stubbornly. “All right, then," Paoli surrendered with a sigh. "Mortals wear white to signify they're pure. Vampires wear red to signify the blood, and werewolves wear black to signify the night.” She looked at William with the slightest teasing sparkle in her eyes. “Do you wear stripes, then?” she smirked. William chuckled slightly. “I wear gray.”

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

“Wraiths can raise the dead like this. They will also suck the soul out of a living creature.” Corvin groaned and rubbed his face. “Well, it's good to know we are dealing with something we have seen before.” He said dryly, his sarcasm heavily hanging on his words. “What are their weaknesses?” “They cannot be punctured, slashed, or physically injured.” He answered contemplatively. “Their bodies are intangible and built of nothing more than shadow. The garments they wear are the only corporeal part of them.” “So, how do we beat them?” Corvin asked slowly. This description was dismal, but there had to be a way to win.

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Its ears had stood up straight, searching for the source of the sound, slowly breathing through its muzzle as its eyes searched round in the darkness and the woods for the one who made such sound It still had a Mark on its claws. The other had shifted back to his human form, and his pain had increased with his shifting process. He was weak beyond imagination. The Phantom was a powerful beast that night, and his strength had failed him when it came to fighting such a monstrosity. It searched until its eyes had caught the sight of something hidden within the trees. It intentionally reduced his breath, breathing slowly while it strained its eyes deeply into viewing what it had suspected to be t

Malachi, pointing at the dark figure, countered, "But first, we need to understand who or what that is. It's unlike any being we've encountered." The figure, sensing their confusion, chuckled, its voice deep and echoing, "I am the Nexus Wraith, the embodiment of discarded and forgotten realms. You've given me an opening, and I intend to claim it." Elysia, ever the warrior, stepped forward, challenging, "We won't let you destabilize the balance we've fought so hard to maintain." The Wraith, amused, retorted, "Balance? By restoring one, you've beckoned many. Your intentions, noble as they may be, have consequences."

Muscles growled and dashed forward, charging towards Jack like a massive tank. Jack took a deep breath and dashed forward as well. Muscles was slower than him, and for someone like Jack who had spent the past few days training with Davies, this was not a challenge. Davies, pseudonym Phantom, was a speed beast whose true speed was easily greater than someone who had attained 6 Star mastery. It was too easy to avoid Muscles’ powerful punch and generate his own counter. Ducking beneath the giant Undead’s punch – which happened to be no problem at all given his large frame – he pushed his spear forward, gathering energy within his arms and thrusting forward with maximum speed and power! Spiralli

"How much good did my ancestors have to do to end up with this kind of fate, I hated this kind of thing when I was alive!" "How about we ate him together?" "Just came out from underground and already broke the rules. If Ghost Escort caught us, no one would have gotten away." "Heh, Ghost Escort was already too busy with their own problems, they wouldn't dare come around here." "What are you waiting for? Eat him, it's his good luck!" The Wraith Infant could hear these departed spirits talking. By all accounts, they should've noticed the man was different too. Why were they so cocky? Were they just rushing over to deliver "takeout"?

At Holcomb Bridge, His father had taught him about the secrets of his ancestors that no one knew about. People knew they had unimaginable strength as Nati's blessed, but never knew the secret of all their victories. The first secret was the wraith army, if a Nayak king was driven to a corner, with defeat flashing through his eyes. He can take Nati's bow and a golden arrow and shoot it into the sky, Nati's army would respond to him and fight the war with him. The soldiers of this army are wraiths, they look like normal Nayaki soldiers but they are undead, they match the strength of the king and they cannot be killed.