Supernatural Wraith Novels & Stories

Hello again, guys! Like I said in my author's note, this book is a prequel to Wrenched. Underneath this note, I'll attach a little synopsis to it, so we could have an idea of what the book would be about. I would appreciate your reviews and comments like you always do. Please enjoy! WRENCHED: THE OUTSET OF THE STORY. SYNOPSIS Two friends walk the spheres of life together and are bound by common interests and ambition to be successful at a young age. They are like brothers and would do anything for one another.

In that moment, I felt like God. I saw Wraiths leaping from the portal, grabbing the nearest Supernatural whether it was Neratomay, shape-shifter, or pixie, and though the Omicrons Paul had summoned leaped forward in Wolf, Hybrid, and human form, they were no match for the zombies and wraiths. I raised my hand and hurled my power at one Wraith after another. Streams of white light energy hit them and sent them and the bodies they possessed down into the abyss.

Wraith growled, his eyes glowing silver. He was protecting me—but that didn’t make me any less scared of him. I was painfully aware I was surrounded by supernatural beings: werewolves. For a moment, I’d actually let myself get comfortable, believing these people here were just like me. “We made a deal, Beta Wraith. There would be no bloodshed.” Diana said, but despite her calm façade, I could see the alertness— and even panic in her eyes. “Afraid I would end his life as I did with Falcone?” Wraith asked with a smirk on his lips.

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

My study becomes a war room, papers and books scattered across every surface, notes scrawled in margins as I piece together everything I can find about the creature we're facing. The wraith is old. Ancient. One of the few remaining creatures from an era when magic ran wild and unchecked through the world. It feeds on emotional memories—the bonds between mates, between parents and children, between friends. The stronger the emotion, the more powerful the memory, the more sustenance it provides. Which means it will sense me coming from miles away. My shields are strong, yes. But they're also a beacon. A challenge. The creature will know someone with power is near, and it will come for me.

“The legions, the thing that bit Zeph was one of them. I called it wraith because I wanted it to sound so ugly, but someone is controlling them, and that’s what we’ve been meaning to find out.” “A wraith as in like a ghost?” “Yes,” she replied. “But it’s more than that. They are legions of demons, demonic elements, a fear-inducing evil, but they can possess bodies. My guess is they prefer werewolves because they’re fast and in wolf form, they’re stronger.” “She’s right,” Ren said. “Wolves with void eyes and dark faces.” “Wraiths are like black smoke and move in the dark. My problem is, I’m not that strong at night.”

Then, she sighed, a long, drawn-out breath that seemed to carry all the weight of the knowledge she was about to share. “A wraith is the result of a death left unfinished, unresolved,” Alice began, her voice soft but tinged with something dark. “It’s a spirit, yes, but not the kind you might think. It’s not a simple ghost. A wraith is born from agony—pure, uncontrollable anger and resentment. When someone dies in such a way, with so much hatred and pain in their heart, they don’t just fade away. They linger. They transform into something... else.”

Raina, you should’ve continued to run, Poppy growled into her head. They both ran after Alana, gaining on the crying witch as the wraith dragged her through the air. Poppy leaped tackling Alana to the ground, forcing the wraith to release its phantom hold. Without a thought, Raina jumped on the wraith and she was surprised that she felt an actual body beneath her paws. How was that even possible? Wraiths were spirits, not physically there. The wraith screeched in rage. She immediately sank her teeth into it and the wraith squealed in pain as if she was actually harming it. The body she felt started to fade away until her paws found the ground beneath her.

“wraith and revenant. they’re what, six weeks old? and already the healers say they’re shifting in their sleep. tiny furballs with gold eyes and violet ones, growling at shadows.” Rhea drained her tankard, set it down with a clunk. “i held wraith last night during the watch. she latched on that rag doll like it was a throat. little demon’s got her mother’s fire.” Kaelin leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice dropping. “and revenant? he quiets when you hum the old ironfang dirge. like he knows his father’s voice in it somewhere.” Serna swallowed hard, the lump in her throat tasting like ash. “they’re the only reason we’re still here, you know that? every time i swing this hammer, i see their

“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.