Phantom Vs Wraith Vs Ghost Novels & Stories

However, every once in a while, new monsters rise. ------ Rank 973 : Phantom Origin : Unknown Combat Style : Unregistered Description : A prominent black armored trident wielder. Widely recognized for the notorious kill-steal during the collaborated hunt organized by the green boards. Also made his appearance during the Yaksha attack. Title : Ominous Paladin ------ …. …. …. ------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered

"We- We came here because the Phantom is creating a hybrid army which is the one who's responsible for all of this. You of all kind should know about it because as far as I know, vampires are associated with their pack, as witches do since this war between the Triad started eight hundred years ago." "Time changes," Gwen finally spoke, trying to disregard Vance behind me. "Cayde's clan and my coven don't associate with any pack anymore. We're the debris of war who decided that enough is enough." "Then you better come with me and we can just talk this out. My scout team is already here and I suppose you don't have a choice but to follow me," I said grimly as Wan and others finally arrived at o

He stood straight with a serious face as he began his explanation. "Ghosts are the souls of dead humans who... well, aren't ready to rest in peace. They don't have powers. All they can do is move from one place to another without being seen. Well, not by everyone though." "But... if you're a demon, why then are you in this form?" She couldn't help but ask.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Its body was wrapped in black robes, face hidden beneath a cracked porcelain mask with runes etched into its surface. I froze. Another emerged from behind it. And another. There were four in total. Wraiths. Bound spirits twisted by dark magic. Bryan stepped in front of me. “Stay behind me,” he muttered, his voice suddenly colder than the air itself. One of the wraiths raised its hand, and the fog hissed, curling upward like smoke from a fire. The runes on its mask glowed a deep crimson. “Don’t let them chant,” Bryan growled.

It wasn’t the sound of a vampire — something I was now familiar with. Eric’s entire body stiffened. “Wraiths.” What were they doing on Wolf Land? Soon, they appeared. They poured from the darkness like smoke, their forms shifting and flickering as though they couldn’t decide whether to be solid or mist. Their faces were hollow — eyeless, mouthless, yet still somehow screaming. These wraiths were a little... different. The aura they carried was different. And they looked a lot stronger. “MOVE!” Eric shouted. One wraith lunged at me, a black claw slicing through the air. I threw myself to the side, feeling the cold sting of its touch graze my arm.

" Lisa yelled, as a dagger flew past me in a flash. A screeching sound resounded in my ears, causing me to wince before I saw what it was. A wraith. And not just one of them. Dozens. They emerged from the shadows like twisted specters, ethereal entities with a hunger for despair. Their forms were nebulous, veiled in an ominous darkness that seemed to absorb any light daring to touch their skeletal figures. Ghastly whispers... almost like a screeching sound trailed in their wake. Their eyes, like black pits with a needle-size light in the middle, voids of any discernible emotion, gleamed with a malice. "Shit!" Lisa said, pulling out her daggers. "It's more hideous than I expected."

He shifted and Davey’s gaze snapped toward him. He scrambled backwards and Jake pulled the pistol from the holster under his jacket. “I’d advise against that.” “What do you want?” Davey swallowed nervously, and Jake couldn’t figure out how this man sold information for a living. “I want to know what you know about Wrath,” he said. “He’s a nomad. He does solo jobs for MC’s, jobs they can’t do themselves,” Davey said. Jake nodded his head. “Heard he was patching in.”

The mere idea that the eerie presence tailing me wasn't just some figment of imagination, but a malevolent entity—a wraith—sent chills down my spine. "Wraiths aren't just any shadows, they're much more than that." His voice, grave and weighted with concern, narrated the sinister nature of this creature. "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 useless, it liking trying to strike wind.” Scott growled, his fangs showing. “Let’s see if wind can burn!” He slammed his hands together, summoning a torrent of fire that tore through the air, engulfing the spectral figure. The heat was so intense the marble cracked beneath our feet. But when the flames died down, Vaelen still stood there—untouched, smiling faintly. “Nice fireworks,” he said, his voice almost mocking. “But fire cannot burn what isn’t bound to flesh.” Kaid leaped from the shadows, with his claws, his speed blinding. He slashed straight through the ghost’s torso. Nothing. He landed behind him, panting, eyes wide. “He’s like smoke—he doesn’t even feel it.”