Phantom Wraith Novels & Stories

Samantha didn’t get the gist of what had happened to Zachary—Zack for short and what he preferred to be called—but she knew that Zack had been going through some rough shit since his accident—an attack upon his personnel by the rogue that worked together with dirty, filthy humans to take down the wolves in the sacred forest of Paphos. ’It would seem that you are not happy with the match, Sam,’ Scarlet asked as images were flying through her head. Samantha frowned, rubbing her chest as she remembered the imprint that had happened between them. The images… were not the ones that needed to be repeated inside her head, over and over again.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

"Where are you currently, Anom? I didn't use God's Eye to search for you, as I didn't want to disturb you. I only knew that you were safe because of our souls." Anom looked at her and smiled. "I met some of your followers. They are a bunch of small creatures that resemble the cats of Earth. They can vanish, and it's quite difficult to detect them while they are like that." Anom told her about how he met them and how they were offering fruits and flowers to Della's statue. He also told her about how they reacted to him and the thing with the leaf that happened at his current residence. As they were communicating with their souls, Anom easily transmitted whatever he wanted to her. That was how

"He was building a 'Noah’s Ark' for the Resonance." ​The Confrontation with the Prime-Wraith ​The vault door didn't close fast enough. ​A single Blood-Wraith, larger than the others, its oily skin translucent enough to reveal a skeleton made of red crystal, slipped through the gap. It didn't lunge. It stood in the center of the Archive and began to "Mimic" Leo’s form.

"Morrígan, the Phantom Queen, come forth!" Team Viper watched as a sparkling effect of white lightning burst right next to Elektris's right hand side where a hooded female figure wearing a gothic tattered cape appeared. "Whiro, commander of evil and feeder of souls. Come to me! Another blast of lightning and in its place materialized a male figure who had an eerily purple face and like his predecessor, also had a cape but a longer one that almost swept the ground at his feet. Viper managed to catch the figure's name which to her, sounded something like "War-ro".

It was a protective gesture that had become a habit over the last few days, one that Scarlett found herself leaning into more than she cared to admit. "It’s the Blood-Wraith," Scarlett replied, her fingers tightening around the cold jade handle of her cinnabar brush. "A creature born of centuries of greed and violent ends. It doesn't just kill; it feeds on the memories of the soul." They were met at the door by a stone-faced butler who led them deep into the bowels of the mansion. The elevator descended far below the basement level, eventually opening into a damp, stone corridor lit only by flickering gas lamps. At the end of the hall stood a massive bronze vault door, etched with ancient ru

The scent - rot and hunger - hit the back of my throat. I met them head-on. One swing of my claws sent the first three spinning backward, the force of it cracking bone with a sound like breaking ice. Their bodies didn’t melt into smoke like I’d seen with other shadow wraiths when Damon tried to fight. No, these bled. Hot, black-red streams gushed from the deep rakes I left across their chests. They screamed - an awful, shrill sound like metal tearing - and crumpled to the dirt.

They moved through the void like sharks through water, gliding in wide patterns around our path. "They're keeping their distance," Walter observed. "The pendant is still working." "Barely," Erina said. "I don't know how much longer it will last." We jumped faster now, urgency driving us forward. The wraiths followed, their circling patterns tightening. Getting closer with each platform we crossed. I could see them more clearly now. Shadowy forms that seemed to absorb light, leaving dark streaks across the void. They had no features I could make out, just vaguely humanoid shapes that moved with unsettling fluidity.

“Then we stop it. We’ve done the impossible before.” Alma gave a small, tired smile. “This time, we won’t be alone.” She turned to a console and tapped into an encrypted network. SableNet. An old contact popped up. A woman with violet eyes and a scar running down her temple. “Hello, Wraith,” Alma said. The woman’s lips curled. “Sterling. I knew it wouldn’t be long before you needed me again.” “I need eyes in the Arctic. Dominion’s dead, but Hekate’s waking up.”

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.