Novel & Cerita Phantom Wraith

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 this might sound stupid. But I swear I could hear it whisper my pack's name. I don't know....I was already messed up in my mind from seeing the death rates. Maybe I didn't hear properly." "You did hear properly." He stood up with the empty bowl and placed it on the center table. "It whispers the name of it's target. It did with me too. And when I put my claw through it's dark mist. It whispered my name even as if dispersed." "So it didn't die?" "Wraiths cannot be killed. It's a huge form of shadow taking a physical gait. It has no flesh or blood whatsoever. The best you can do is make it vanish."

I say, pushing the final sheet, which now contains full sentences that I had been working on, towards her. She leans down, frowning as she reads the heading. This was a language long forgotten… and although there are still parts of the passage that are too damaged to read, or simply not fully readable, it makes sense overall. “Shadow Wraiths…” Her heart thunders as she scans the page. “Shadow wraiths are subspecies of the wraith family… What on earth… they don’t exist.” “Are you sure?” I ask, sitting back and looking up at her.

95) POWER LEVEL: 410,475,450,498 WIELDER TYPE: Energy Wielder; A True Spirit SPECIALTY: Unreal Vitality; Agility GLOWS: Soul Breaker; Spirit Hammer; Destructive Sucking BREATH: Revival “Oh? Revival is sealed?” Mane rubbed his chin in interest upon reading her status. His words caused some panic to flash across the Wraith’s eyes. The rage she was feeling towards Crystal was no more. There was only fear now.

“Shut up, pup. I need to finish what I’m saying before they get back from the store.” Bryant tried to say something, but Garrett, Will, and Bethany growled low in warning to him. He crossed his arms and pouted. “Thank you. What the Vasili didn’t realize when he ordered me to be taken was just how much of an enemy he was taking into his home. I know Ford and Rao.” The wolves gasped. “I am known to hunters and trackers as ‘The Phantom’. I hunt them. I’m gathering information, then I’m leaving and I’m taking all of you with me. With luck, we’ll take the bulk of his succubae, too. Any questions so far?” Madison asked.

"Take the remaining crates back to your domestic quarters." I offered zero response, exiting the sanctuary gates an hour later with the rations strapped to my pack. My mind was so thoroughly locked in a terminal calculation regarding my short lifecycle that my radar ears failed to isolate the high-frequency hum vibrating directly above the treeline. Whirrrr. A miniature Wraithfang Recon Unit dropped from the gray clouds, its silver blades spinning with ominous velocity as it executed a violent, erratic nose-dive directly toward my unprotected throat.

With an earth-shattering tearing sound, a phantom with a crown on his head and a black robe on his back, exuding a rotten spirit, slowly floated out. The rotten power around phantom had reached its limit, but the strangest thing was that there was not a trace of flesh on phantom's face. It was completely replaced by white bones. In his hand was a black sickle, as if a Death God had come in person. Swoosh With the appearance of the other party, his fingers instantly pointed at Zephyr Khan. A vast power had been unleashed. It was a huge black palm, with amazing destructive power flashing from top to bottom.