Phantom Wraith Novels & Stories

They carried no rifles — only shock batons, blade gauntlets, and wrist-mounted pulse charges. Their leader, taller than the rest, raised a hand. Instantly, every lamp within ten meters died. Ethan’s jaw tightened. “That’s their commander,” he whispered. “The one Lorren called The Wraith.” The Wraith tilted his head slightly, almost curious, almost amused. Then he pointed directly at the tower. At Ethan. A pulse charge launched from his wrist — straight toward the parapet. “MOVE!” Alexander shouted. The blast hit the railing, sending shrapnel exploding outward. Ethan and Jun dove, rolling behind the stone buttress.

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.

Alexis raised his other hand and threw a stream of power at the Wraith, a devil dog as big as the largest Hybrid Wolf, its yellow eyes glaring hungrily as saliva dripped from its oversized teeth. When Alexis' power touched it, the beast flew backwards and disappeared into the portal with an angry yelp. But in that moment, King began to sink into the abyss! Alexis bared his teeth and focused his power on King, who began to rise again. "We can't let the Wraiths out of the Underworld!" I screamed. A small Wraith no larger than a butterfly escaped the portal and flung itself at a white-faced Master level Neratomay, who grabbed her face where the Wraith landed.

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.

"Why are you chasing me? Just let me go. I want to be done. I want the hurting to stop." "The hurting never stops, Aurelia Viremont. It molts…and grows teeth." The creature circled me, its body flowing like ink. "I have been trapped under these mines for a thousand years. I was waiting for a soul that tasted just like yours." "Like mine? I'm nothing. I'm a low-blood omega. Everyone told me that since the day I was born. I’m a mistake."

I couldn't help but whimper at what I saw. While my face seemed okay, and I could see alright, my eyes had an eerie, clouded over appearance to them. I turned to get a look at my torso and whimpered at the sight of the bones of my ribcage sticking out from my skin, hollowed out, my organs able to be seen through my bones. Bile rose to my throat and I began to gag at how horrifying it was to see my innards revealed like that. My skin was broken in patches throughout my body like this, including on two of my legs. I whimpered. I got my wolf back, but she was exactly as Tyce said—a wolf that had risen from the dead, as if I were in a horror movie. I couldn't go out in public like this.

Ezra was the only black-haired wolf in the tribe. William's family swore allegiance to the queen. They are a family that has a great influence on the Wolf clan, they are protectors and at the same time are considered to be the co-rulers of the Wolf Queen. Selina since becoming aware of the world around her has had Ezra befriended by her side. He is a friend and brother whom she trusts wholeheartedly. William's family died in that battle with Selina's parents, so it can be said that Ezra and Selina both share the same enemy.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

But in the center of the wasteland, standing exactly three hundred yards from the western pylon, was a figure that didn't belong to the apocalypse. She wore a crimson silk coat—the exact shade of the one I had bought in New York to prove I was no longer an Omega. Her chestnut hair fell in perfect, glossy waves, untouched by the acid rain. She stood with a liquid, predatory grace, her face a flawless replica of the woman I had been before the river, before the stone, before the war. The Phantom. She didn't raise a rifle. She didn't summon a god. She simply stood in the toxic mud and looked up at the dome. Her eyes weren't gold or sapphire; they were the clear, unburdened hazel of a girl who h

To Koba-VRDA (Encrypted Message) [Saoji Eyes - 2019, 01 January] An eyewitness could take a photo of a vampire who was passing in an Exposed state. No need to worry. Eyewitnesses took pictures in a state of unpreparedness, and the results of the photographs were unclear. I have obscured the witness' memory with Simple-Hipno. [Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April]