Snow Wraith Novels & Stories

“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.”

“The destruction of the fortress destabilized the current! We’re hitting a pressure-pocket!! ​The Solaris bucked. The deck tilted forty-five degrees, throwing chairs and maps across the room. Outside the reinforced glass of the Great Hall, the dark water was lit by a sudden, jagged vein of violet lightning. A Lightning-Wraith, a creature of pure, residual Southern energy had caught the ship’s wake. ​It slammed into the hull, the glass vibrating. The Wraith was a tangle of blinding, white-hot electricity, and it began to claw through the Void-Glass, seeking the Thorne energy inside.

“The Wraith... it's in pieces!” Thorne's golden eyes sparkled. "The pieces..." Everything... It is falling apart because of how strong she is!"" I looked into Draven's dark blue eyes. The Wraith will try one last trick, even though you are bound to the moon. It will attack you physically and test your heart, soul, and everything you hold dear.

I have a feeling that this year is going to be an even wilder winter. *The End*

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Standing on the porch, peering into the blackening forest. The wind in gusts threw prickly snowflakes at me, shivering shiveringly, shrugged her shoulders and wrapped the edges of her shawl more tightly. Marta in the morning, turning into a red she-wolf, went hunting, but has not returned yet.

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

’ Khalil thought. He entered the Crib and took a second to admire Big Trey’s Red Jordan sneakers, Rolex watch, diamond studs on both ears, golden dog chain around his neck and rings with different gems on his fingers. “Who was that?” Big Trey asked. “A white woman who was looking for her friend’s apartment.” “That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.”

she asked, not sure what to do. "Ahhh!" When Lyca heard Adam cry out, she stopped moving and turned around to see what was going on. "Adam..." Lyca stopped and whispered as she walked up to the man. She can't say anything about what she sees in the cage. Adam is in pain because of a forced turn, and Snow is shocked as she sees Adam's bones breaking violently and the cracks opening up.

Silje lost her equilibrium and fell into the snow. "Hahaha!" Kail's group snickered at her sorry state. "Take a gander at how moronic she looks." Dull sky and cold air. Silje scowled at Kail's group as the virus wind wounded her. She needed to kill them all. Her contempt for them was developing. She frantically needed to get back up and battle them all, however her body wouldn't tune in. Out of nowhere, Silje saw white tobacco smoke. It was Kail. With his dull hair blowing in the breeze and his dark fur garment, he resembled the harvester of souls.