Supernatural Wraith Mga Nobela at Kwento

The thing in the shadows screamed. It wasn’t a sound meant for ears—it was bone grinding on stone, glass breaking inside Avery’s skull. They clutched their head, staggering back as the Veil itself shivered. A claw pushed through the cracked air, long and jagged, dripping black smoke. Then another. The beast’s head followed, stretching from nothing, stitched from shadow and teeth. Avery froze. “What—what is that?” “A Wraith,” the reaper said, voice like iron. They spun their scythe into both hands. “Predators. Feed on the ones you let slip.”

Ronan answered. Spiro nodded once. “People sell their souls to wraiths for power. Abilities. Mutations. Protection. Influence. Sometimes survival. Sometimes revenge. Sometimes vanity. The wraiths do not give without taking. Their gifts always rewrite something,” he explained. My breath caught. Mutations. Astrid spoke first. “Most mutations?” Astrid asked. Spiro nodded. “Not all. Some come from old bloodlines crossing badly. Some from forbidden rituals. Some from dragon fire touching things it should have destroyed but did not. Some from experiments done in places sensible beings avoid. But most…” Spiro paused. “Most come from wraith bargains.”

"You witnessed the wraithling. It came with the intent to kill. Mr. Philip is absent, and without him, we cannot exorcise it." Samuel narrowed his eyes. "We've paid you handsomely for years, Mr. Windsor. What kind of wraithling is this that you can't exorcise? Tell me, what needs to be done to save Moses?" Blake shook his head. Samuel's anger flared. "We've held you in high regard, Mr. Windsor. Are you saying you can't even handle this wraithling?" "Mr. Layne Senior, this wraithling embodies the vengeful resentment of several past lives. It was on the verge of being reborn when Mr. Moses blocked its path. It demands a life for a life and won't release its grip on the culprit.

Another voice broke in, Marion’s, breathless and strained. “Rouges.......too many.........wraiths just appeared out of nowhere!....We’re holding the line but......dammit.......they’re multiplying—” The connection crackled violently, screams and the clash of metal echoing faintly through the link Lucifer’s expression darkened, every trace of humor vanishing. “They found Sloth…” Allistair’s aura flared, chaos and light intertwining. “And the wraiths are back. They’ve reached the mortal plane.”

"I know you probably thought they were just stories, but now you know I wasn't making it all up." Barrington sighs heavily. "They should've listened to me when I told them to lay low. The WVH, good intentions and all, they're just regular folks who got together to hunt supernaturals. But they didn't have what it takes to bring them down, no matter how skilled they were. To really take down a supernatural, you kinda need to have some supernatural power yourself."

Cath said to them which got them confused again. " Yes, and this time, it has nothing to do with your birthday day. He didn't sacrifice me because I am human". Cath said to them. " What did you mean?. Are you trying to say those he had sacrificed were supernatural beings?". Dave asked. " Yes, some are and some are not but kind of connected to a supernatural being. When I checked their records again, I did some background checks on them all. They were all white witches". Cath said to them " White witch?". Susannah asked.

The wraiths emerged like ghosts from the white. Twisted silhouettes of frost and hunger, they glided across the snow without disturbing it, their faces voids of jagged teeth and hollow light. Their cries sounded like wind through a dying forest haunting, broken. Elizabeth didn’t hesitate. She ignited her hands with golden flame, the heat pushing back the cold as she stepped forward. “Shield the twins!” she called out. Lucian moved in tandem, his sword already slicing through the first creature that lunged toward them. Nightbane howled with impact, severing the wraith in two but it reformed almost instantly, tendrils of mist snapping it back together.

“Worse.” Before she could demand what that meant, the wind shifted—then split with a howl so unnatural it curdled the air. It wasn’t animal. It wasn’t spirit. It was pain given voice. Grief. Hunger. Rage. A sound stitched together from nightmares. The trees shook violently. Somewhere, birds took flight—then dropped dead mid-air. Kaelen’s expression turned grim. “Wraith-hounds. Dren’s summoned them.” Lyra’s stomach twisted violently.

~ Gabriel ~ Leaving the werewolf world was the hardest decision I had ever made, but it was something I owed to the past. For twenty-six years, I had never seen my biological human mother. I didn’t blame her for abandoning me. How could I? Nearly thirty years ago, she fell in love with a werewolf. She was brave enough to leave the human world and follow him to meet his people, hoping they would build a future together. But that dream was destroyed. A cruel monster named Lucious killed her fiancé right before her eyes. As if that wasn’t enough, he forced himself on her, and I was the child born from that terrible crime.

One zombie lay sprawled on the hood of a sedan, greedily gnawing on a human leg. "Ah!" Julian's legs gave out as he screamed and he fell to the floor, scrambling backward in panic. "Julian? What's going on?" Jessica woke up with a start and came out in a robe. When she followed Julian's gaze and looked out the window, she let out an even sharper scream. Then something even worse happened. As the city's power grid and water system collapsed, the lights in the penthouse flickered a few times before going out. "Why is the power out?" Jessica ran to the kitchen in a panic and turned on the faucet.