Supernatural Wraith Novels & Stories

Pressing my ear against the principal’s door, I held my breath so they would not hear me. "I thought you said the Wraiths can't harm the living. So, why are the animals dead and why are the students afflicted with boils?" Alpha's Jaxon's voice had thundered with barely controlled rage. Miss Antoinette’s voice had been calm and clear. “The wraiths are drawing energy from her. Her power feeds them. Without her power source, they can't do much damage." "How come the wraiths know who she is, but we don't," his voice vibrated with frustration.

Dark clouds spiraled into a vortex, her veins glowing white as she summoned every ounce of strength left in her dying body. “Close your eyes,” she whispered. “Summon your wolf. You’ll need it.” She stretched out her hands. The Wraithstone whirled, pulsed and descended. “No! NO!” Archibald screamed. His body convulsed, and he shifted mid-run his giant, black-spotted wolf form erupting into the circle, tearing through Lycans like paper. Just as the stone hovered above her hands, the High Priestess turned and pressed it toward Rael’s heart.

They were like smoke—you couldn't kill them with physical weapons. "My fire!" I shouted. I tried to throw a gout of violet flame at them, but the moment the fire left my hands, the wraiths swarmed it, sucking the heat out of the air until the flames turned black and vanished. "They feed on emotion, Elara!" Silas yelled, parrying a strike from a wraith’s icy claw. "The more you feel, the stronger they get! You have to go cold! You have to shut it down!" "I can't!" I screamed. "I don't know how to stop feeling!"

“They’re approaching.” The wraiths moved in a strange, jerking rhythm, their paws barely grazing the ground. They weren’t alive, but they weren’t entirely dead either. Pale mist seeped from their mouths as they encircled the camp. Luna stepped forward. The Mark on her wrist pulsed again — not painfully this time, but as if it recognized them. As if it desired to assist them. She swallowed hard. “They’re trapped souls… forced into these forms by the corrupted moonlight.”

Somehow, I knew I could trust her. I guessed it was a wolf thing, but I had it my whole life. When I met someone, I can read them, sensing if they were a good person or not, or if they had a negative agenda. It had helped me over the years, especially when I started dating. But that's another story. "So, what exactly is Nightshade?" I asked. Since we were on the subject, I wanted to know as much about them as I could. Bailey finished off the piece of chicken she was eating and took a sip of her soda to wash it down. "They're supernatural hunters."

“It’s possible that it could be a human, but we want some evidence before we can proceed. That’s not all, though. Mathias’ men have also found the mutilated bodies of three supernaturals near the school, and there have also been reports of other missing sups near the area. We’ve kept those murders under wraps from the humans and the media too. They were all students at Cal State. Unlike the human kids, they weren’t decapitated. But it’s too close to home for us to ignore the coincidence. Mathias is working on finding the missing supernaturals, but it’s possible that they’re dead too.” Conceding his point, I hold my palms up, curious. “What kind of sups?” Tristan lifts a file from his desk an

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains.

My brows lowered and I felt my face harden with hatred. His dark lashes lifted as he opened his eyes, hitching his chin in challenge to stare down his nose at me. “Tell me no, Saria. See if you can leave the wraiths and save yourself. See how the nights treat you when you wonder what is happening to those that are left...Knowing you have the power to save them all.” I glared at him. My gaze roving a face which was so handsome, yet so capable of cruelty.

Amanda's mother drops her head into her hands. "Now what? Do I call the police and tell them that the culprit is this boy instead?" she asked them. "It would be best not to involve the police in this anymore. It's officially breached the Supernatural jurisdiction, so we'll be taking it into our hands." Dante informed her, watching her slowly nod in agreement. He watched as Willow knelt down in front of her, reaching out and taking the woman's hands into her own. A soft green light luminated her hands, seeping into the woman's skin. He watched as Amanda's mother eased the tension in her shoulders.

My two favorite scents, cherries and chocolate, were making my mouth water as we walked up to the house. When we reached the house, I saw the most beautiful woman with long blond hair, picking berries from bushes in her back yard. When she looked up, I gasped as her cornflower blue eyes looked at me with feelings that I couldn’t identify. Before I knew it, she produced a dagger and launched it toward me. I looked behind me as I heard something fall. It was a dark warlock. Wow. She’s amazing. Zion is roaring, “Mate! Mate! Mate!” She sighed, “If you would like to shift, there are some shorts in the hollowed-out part of the tree directly behind you.” I walked over to the tree line and shifted a