Phantom Wraith Novels & Stories

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.

But Zayn stopped hearing her and threw all his weight on the tree and his hands fell around her cheeks as he stared back at her pallid I was astonished by his blank look back, so she turned and immediately her pupils dilated and her heartbeat slowed in fear, he was huge and very long, dark black in color and very bloody eyes When she saw that legend that Zayn talked about, what was his name? Devil's wolf Standing on his feet, staring at them quietly He was a wolf, but he could stand like a human!

"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 ask, sitting back and looking up at her. She looks back at the page, as I stare at the image depicting a monster-like creature with smoke and shadows surrounding him. Because the picture was so far from a human, we hadn’t paid it any attention when we had all tried to find out what we were dealing with. “Shadow Wraiths take a host to survive and to gain a solid physical form… Resulting in them disguising themselves in the identity of their hosts. With incredible speed and strength, Shadow Wraiths are even stronger where there are shadows present. Wraiths cannot be killed unless their true names are found and taken, upon driving a weapon made of pure iron coated with Nightshade, Ephedra and

"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.

He was not good for her or her vagina. Jes gave the Demi-God a pained longing look who was standing there as he stepped on a puppy. Staring at Jes as if he had seen a ghost.

The thick silver gate trapping me was violently kicked from inside, bent and broken by brute force! The dust settled slowly. Through the dim light, the phantom of an 18-year-old werewolf in a white shirt emerged, carrying me out step by step. Stunned, Ronan turned. He came face-to-face with the nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

And anyone who had reached Dean's level always had a trump card or two hidden up their sleeve, so he was confident Felix had reached his limit. Felix raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly. "Oh? You can even control these wraiths? The Maximus family is full of surprises." He was genuinely impressed. He had assumed the Maximus family was barely surviving in Corpse Town, too scared to leave the safety of their blue barrier. However, it seemed someone among them had learned a soul-based art to manipulate these wraiths, something he had not expected. In truth, the wraiths were simply soul remnants created by the Phaeron Codex's protective aura. They were nothing more than spiritual trash, byprodu

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.

CHAPTER 16: Elara's Perspective With the threat of The Phantom neutralized, our organization began to rebuild trust and strengthen alliances. However, the ordeal had left me with a lingering sense of unease. I couldn't shake the feeling that remnants of past adversaries still lurked in the shadows, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. One evening, as I reviewed intelligence reports in my study, a particular document caught my attention. It detailed unusual activities in a region we had long considered secure. Small villages reported disappearances, and whispers of a figure known only as "The Wraith" began to surface.