Supernatural Wraith Novels & Stories

a painful whisper came out of him I am afraid , I am afraid you will go without telling you anything, I am afraid you will go without knowing that you are many things to me, I am afraid I will miss telling you I like your smile, I like your face, I like the way you dress, I like your stance, your walk, The way you speak, I like your tension that we share, your laughter, your height, I like you. “What are you doing?” Maya cried when she saw a herd of virus stabbing her daughter in the waist, and the concerned person widened her lips when she heard the screams of her Mate from under the ground. She grabbed her waist in pain, what could she do when she couldn't turn like any other werewolf? May

It just worked as it was without conscious bidding. A blue door from behind her opened and came twenty vampires wearing black cloaks. They were all men with big muscles. They’re holding with them a silver spear as they walked toward the elevated stage. Zheira just stood there as they pass through her body. She’s not even tangible in someone’s memory. She didn’t know whether to be afraid or not. Zayne and George were the last in their ranks. They were holding each other’s hands, giving each other a nervous side-glance. Looking at them made Zheira’s stomach clench. She raised her hands as they passed through her, trying to feel their cheeks and traced their complexion.

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.

"Yes. Yes I very much do expect you to sleep on the floor." If the ball was in her court, Niva would've vehemently refused. But he was the one with the knowledge she needed. "Fine, take the bed, I don't care. Just tell me more about what this thing is and how we can stop it." "Not what. Who?." Her lip parted slightly and he furthered in explanation. "Wraiths are paranormal entities, but before the time of transition into death they were living people. Fueled by nothing but vengeance." He smacked his lips amusingly.

It wasn't a bear or me that killed my parents, but a wraith like this one. I have magic. I can blast through this thing like I did before. My power pulses with the beat of my heart. It lashes out like a whip. The vampire ghosts around us scream. Their souls twist into nothing. The wraith shrieks. I fall to the ground, just like in my vision. But the wraith hasn't disintegrated. Its still here hovering, hesitating. Except its eyes look human. Brown. At least it's not Jacques, because his eyes are gray and a little gasp of relief escapes me.

The mere idea that the eerie presence tailing me wasn't just some figment of imagination, but a malevolent entity—a wraith—sent chills down my spine. "Wraiths aren't just any shadows, they're much more than that." His voice, grave and weighted with concern, narrated the sinister nature of this creature. "They are born from the anguish of tortured souls, driven by an insatiable thirst for retribution against those who had wronged it. Since souls, for a better lack for words, can't hold memories…wraiths wait around dark alleys and areas shrouded by darkness, to feed upon the souls of those they deem as threats. In this case, the wraiths have decided to target you for some reason."

A shape rises from the flames—a tall figure cloaked in darkness, his voice rolling like thunder through the night. “Queen of Supernatural,” it says. “Your reign ends where mine begins.” The Hybrids burst from the camp behind them, weapons drawn, power surging. The air trembles between light and shadow. Damian shifts halfway to his wolf, a snarl ripping from his throat. “Get behind me, Mia.” She doesn’t move. Her eyes blaze silver, the crown of her lineage shimmering above her head like ghostly fire. “No,” she says, her voice steady despite the quake of the earth. “It begins with me.”

I moan in terror and agony, my hand slapping over my mouth as I reach for Anton, wanting to cling to him – wanting his support – The wraiths find what they’re looking for at last and grab onto it, shaking Anna as they set her soul free, pulling it forth – grey and insubstantial – from her body. The body itself falls to the ground in a heap, a dead husk, as the wraiths continue to swarm around her immortal soul. She continues to cry, sobbing and looking down at her body, as the wraiths pull her towards that black door in the center of the room.

“And The Saint.” “Wraith? That’s a name I haven’t heard in a very long time. He was a special wolf, you know. They say he was the first wolf spirit.” Ace plays with the button on his white coat. “The story goes, Selene was enamored by a human, Endymion. She asked Zeus’s permission to have a relationship with him. Zeus agreed. He did not know that Selene was in cahoots with Hecate to create an animal spirit to merge with the human. That was Wraith. Wraith’s spirit was… or so I thought… immortal. In theory, if one of the merged spirits is immortal and someone kills the mortal spirit, the mortal spirit would keep being reunited with the immortal spirit and become reincarnated.” “What happened?”

Nicholas would kill the wraiths along with himself to protect me. "Is there a way to lock them somewhere other than a person's body?" I ask, but I already know the answer. "Like what, milady? A vase?" he chuckles softly, his laugh deep and melodious. He inclines his head and speaks, "The wraiths need a powerful body to dwell, or they will escape and cause havoc unto the world." "Like mine," I say, remembering Savannah's theory about my powers eliminating the wraiths, "A werewolf with divine powers, the powers of the moon mother herself. I'm sure they crave you, want you, but I wouldn't advise you to take it. It's too much of a gamble. Your powers might destroy them, or the dark magic will co