Phantom Wraith Novels & Stories

They melted. The Queen’s fleet was ready. From the shadows of The Eclipse a bunch of "Void-Wraiths”. Big winged creatures made of smoke and teeth. Came out diving toward Helios to cover his light. "Malachi they're targeting his core!" I cried out. "I see them!" Malachi’s tattoos started glowing with a protective purple. He stepped to the edge of the railing. Sent out a wave of shadow-energy that hit the wraiths tearing them apart in the air.

Melody’s POV. I land on my back and the air leaves my lungs with a painful whoosh. Topaz comes into my view as she grins down at me. She is named Topaz because of the colour of her eyes. Her codename though is Wraith. She is tall, slender and moves silently, like a ghost. Grandma thought because of my height and form, Wraith would be a solid match in training. But the difference between Wraith and me, well. She is stronger than she looks, and she is a twat.

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.

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".

He crunched down and tilted his head to a side, then pointed inside and murmured: “You draw another symbol, though. This one is known for a pup.” Oh. So the symbol is two mixed up? “The wrafter is a ghost-like creature that can only be seen by the person that controls them and only obeys her/his orders. Wrafter is rare and powerful. Frankly, I have never met one before, so I only know very little of this.” He raised his eyes to meet mine and stood up while explaining. Why would I see a symbol of it? What’s the meaning behind it? “So they are like the magical creature as vampires and werewolves?”

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