Phantom Wraith Novels & Stories

Two other candelabra stood at the center and at the other end of the table, lighting the faces of the wielder dining in with a blast of deep crimson. Shiela munched the last of her rice before clearing her throat and saying, in a rather clear and important voice, “Zorphe is already under the enemy’s clutch. While doing patrol, we had to separate in two teams and sneak around to not get noticed by these wielders.” She sighed as she twirled the spoon in her hand. “There are two groups threatening this land. One, those masters they called ‘Phantoms,’ which as their name suggest, a bodiless (not the literal one, she added to the horrified look on the Magistrates faces) wielders whose a master of

And stretching from the shore to the spire was the Bridge of Bones. It was miles long, constructed from the remains of the leviathans and the ancestors who had been buried in the deep. It pulsed with a sickening violet light, and standing at the entrance to the bridge was a figure I would have known anywhere. He was massive, encased in armor made of rusted silver and black glass. His face was a skeletal mask, but his eyes... they were the same cold, calculating grey that had haunted my childhood. The Silas-Wraith.

"Poisoned? Who the hell is that? Damien, Ezra, Kai. Kitchen now. We got an intruder." The assassin twisted like smoke in Jax's grip, a low hiss escaping the hood. Jax pinned one arm but the figure slipped free with impossible speed. "She's The Wraith. Ancient. Slipped past all patrols." "The Wraith?" I echoed, grabbing a knife from the block. "Jax, talk while you hold him. What did you see?" "Saw the vial in the tea," Jax grunted, dodging a knee strike. "Clear liquid. Smelled wrong. Avery my Queen, stay back. This one's fast."

“Geez, you look like you need a bath or two.” Crocell cornered the wraith in alley, placing a pretty strong barrier in between the walls and around it. Wraiths are known for violence and aggression so he needs to be careful. The gleaming light from the silver wing shape of the emblem as the wraith clutched it almost made Crocell feel sorry for the creature—but alas, his need to make his angel happy overrides the pity—even if he’s still a demon, he feels emotion just like everyone else. The wraith let out a chilling scream that was enough to make his ears ring and his hairs stand and he sighed. Now the wraith means business when it suddenly attacked him.

“I’m not going to kill him, Darius. I’m going to remind him. Remind him who I was. Who I am. I want him to look me in the eye and remember. And then I want him to fear.” As she turned toward the mirror to fix her lipstick, Darius added in a low voice, “You said you’d call in someone worse than Kain.” “I will,” Valeria murmured. “Someone even I fear. He’s not a mercenary. He’s a phantom. They call him Wraith. He disappears like smoke and leaves only death behind. He owes me a favor.” Darius tilted his head. “And Bain?” “He won’t see it coming.” Later that evening…

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

[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

The sky burned blinding white, the game’s rendering engine struggling to process the sheer volume of particle effects flooding the zone. "Wraith! The absolute shield is regenerating!" Kara yelled over the squad comms. Her avatar, the rogue hacker known as Jinx, was glitching violently on a floating slab of debris. Her hands were a localized blur of motion as she cast disruption hexes, her fingertips trailing glowing green strings of raw code that lashed out to slow the boss's impenetrable defense matrix. "You have a three-second window before the wipe mechanic triggers! If we wipe now, we lose the twelve-hour progression!" Ren Walker—known to millions across the global leaderboards simply as

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.”

Badger complained through her headset. “Damn Buddha, what did we tell you about eating cheese before a raid!” Arrow added. “Guys, focus!” Chief, interjected. I giggled to myself at my team. Even in a dire situation, such as this, my team knew how to keep things amusing. “Phantom, how far out are we?” Chief asked me as they turned down another abandoned hallway. They called me Phantom, because of my ability to infiltrate the cyber world, while going unseen on the dark web. My hacking skills were known around the world however my identity remained a secret. I was known as Phantom, because no one knew who I was. I made sure of it. All of us went by code names to ensure another level of security