Phantom Wraith Novels & Stories

Tobias said. I nodded slowly. “They were wrong,” I said. “Yes,” Tobias said. “That is the word most people use when they lack a better one. Wrong. Wraith-touched things do not give room for life. They do not rot properly. They do not heal properly. They do not return to the natural order. My Phantom wolf ability can guide life back into what still has the capacity to receive it. It can restore broken land if something living remains beneath the ruin. But wraith-touched earth rejects that call.”

it booms, “son of the fallen Guen Alpha. You are unmade and remade. Show me what remains.” I barely have time to think before the hollow world erupts into wind. Blades of storm slash across my skin. I drop to one knee, growling, calling my wolf but he doesn't come. Something else pulses instead. Wilder and quieter. Like a drumbeat wrapped in lightning. “Yield or be erased,” the Wraith thunders. And then- A cry. It sounds so small and frightened. Behind me, a Hollow spirit, no more than a child, cowers in the storm. Its shape flickers, nearly transparent. A fragment lost in the folds of this broken realm.

Ronan said, his voice echoing slightly in the concrete room. “I’m too wired to sleep.” I swiveled in the chair, facing him. He was leaning against the console, arms crossed, the picture of controlled readiness. But the shadows under his eyes betrayed him. “You look worse than I do.” A faint, tired smile touched his lips. “I’ve been coordinating the physical op. Our specialist, ‘Wraith,’ is in position. She confirms the patrol schedules match the schematics. The window is still green.” “Wraith,” I repeated. “Melodramatic.”

The Wraith was a professional; she needed to equalize the environment. Retreating into the study—a room filled with towering mahogany shelves and a massive glass skylight—she moved to a lighting control panel hidden behind a false book spine. Instead of her gun, she pulled a high-intensity infrared (IR) strobe from her pocket. Invisible to the naked eye, the device was the equivalent of a million flickering suns to someone wearing high-end night-vision goggles. She tossed it into the center of the room and momentarily pulled off her own goggles. Through the lenses, she saw the effect instantly. The Wraith, moving with predatory grace, suddenly recoiled. He ripped the goggles from his face, h

"Stay behind me. If you feel yourself slipping, call my name. Do you hear me? Just my name." ​"I hear you, Kael," she whispered, though for a heartbeat, she had to struggle to remember why that name made her chest ache. ​They reached the base of the tower. It wasn't built of stone, but of a black, glass-like substance that pulsed with a rhythmic, sickly light. As they approached the entrance, three Wraiths materialized from the shadows. They were tall, elegant, and wore masks of hammered silver.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Even my breath caught in my throat. “Dante,” Viktor called softly, stepping forward. “Stay with me. Don’t...” But it was too late. The ground beneath us trembled. Not a quake... although it felt like one but No!.. this was a summoning. Dark, wispy tendrils of shadow clawed their way from the earth. One. Two. Ten. Dozens. They formed into silhouettes.. half-human and half-phantom.... Wraiths. So this was his true ability… to conjure up darkness.

I lunged forward, ignoring Liam's warning shout, and grabbed the wraith by what passed for its throat, pulling it close until that void of a face was inches from mine. "Speak clearly!" I roared, channeling every ounce of alpha command into my voice. "Tell us who sent you! Tell us what you want with her!" The wraith convulsed in my grip but I pressed deeper, a cold chill climbed up the arm holding its throat but I didn’t care. “Tell me!” I snarled but the wraith shriek in a way that nearly exploded my eardrums then it vanished. One moment it was there in my hands, solid enough to touch despite being made of shadow. The next, it was gone, leaving only wisps of darkness that dissipated like smo

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

“Positions!” The pack scrambled into formation. The sound grew louder, like the hum of hundreds of bees under the skin of the earth. The mist thickened again, swirling in unnatural patterns. I reached for Kael. “It’s him, isn’t it? Ronan?” Lyra shook her head. “No. Something worse. He’s summoned the Wraiths.” Before Kael could ask, the first shape appeared, tall, skeletal, cloaked in black smoke. Eyes like embers burned in the darkness beneath its hood. Then another. And another. A dozen.