Supernatural Wraith Novels & Stories

The blood energy on his body surged up in the next instant, and all three thousand wraith puppets roared one after another, twisting and joining to form a giant wraith puppet at least five meters high. Moreover, this puppet was different from the previous ones. It was a physical manifestation. There was no need for the spiritual eye. Even ordinary people could see it with their naked eyes. “Roar!” The gigantic wraith puppet roared. Its mouth opened wide, black air surging forward. “Ahhhh—” “What the hell is that?!” “It… I-It looks like a demon, Blood Devourer, from the Blood Cult!” It was Travis, who was more knowledgeable on this matter, who called out.

One thing was made clear, Bree Davidson was almost done, They could both sense her soul exiting inch by inch giving way for the darkness, The daemon began to to advance, it claws extended and it's maw dripping spittle, it eyes black displaying intense hatred "Get ready to die!" it howled and lunged for Moira whose magic instantly deflected it backwards, but unlike before the Wraith landed quite well on it's feet moving back only a few meters, it made another lunge at her There was large crack as the earth split open, and from its depths came the hands of souls dragging and clawing at the demon "Ustanite iz dubina i zatražite pale" Hades called in a raspy voice his eyes glowing a faint yellow

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

“Time to see the Council.” Alex nods but doesn’t say a word. However, his eyes reflect his misery as he waits for me to open the door. Councilmember Corbin James, Gadriel Saint, and Lukan Garron are standing on our front porch. The men look grim and austere as they gaze upon us. “Mikhail Cross, on behalf of the Supernatural Council, you are being remanded under the charge of murdering the human boy, Travis Gentry. Please step forward and release your wings.” I step forward and release my wings with flutter as each man takes a position to restrain them. Gadriel stands behind me and places a chain around my wings with a click. The chain is spelled to keep supernatural beings with wings grounde

His face seems satisfied. “ Elyna, ” the whispers is calling her softly. Elyna turn around to seek the voice of that whispers but all she sees is her body. Unconscious or most likely dead. “ Elyna, ” the whisper again. “ Elyna, ” “ Elynaaa, ” [ End visions ] “ Elyna! Wake up!, ” Riana shouting while shaking Elyna body. Elyna waking up shocked. She breathing heavily and her eyes wide open scared with the imaged that she saw earlier. It’s the same with what she saw back at school when she bump into the guy.

[Elara's POV] [Lost her memory of past few days] I backed away as the creature launched its attack. Clutching the sword from the temple, I struck at it, but the blade passed through its misty fog as if it were nothing. I knew it wasn’t my mother. The Echo Wraith always appeared as a familiar face—a loved one, a long-lost friend, or a figure from the victim’s past—only to grotesquely distort and morph into a disturbing mask of anguish or malevolence. The expressions on its face are exaggerated and twisted, reflecting the lies and deceit it preys upon. One moment it might seem sorrowful, and the next, it could sneer with malevolence. Its misty form occasionally shimmers with an eerie glow that

"What exactly did you find out? How can we stop this thing?" Brian took over, his face lined with fatigue but determination. "The Shadow Wraith is a powerful entity that was imprisoned by an ancient sorcerer using a series of enchanted symbols. These symbols were designed to contain its essence and prevent it from causing harm. If the Wraith has been freed, we need to either reinforce these symbols or find a way to create new ones to bind it again." Silas leaned forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "Where do we start? Do we have any leads on where we might find the information we need to reinforce or recreate these symbols?"

“Do you think this is what he is?” “I think so…” I say, standing up. I have a sword which is fully iron… “What… how… did you… how did you even figure that out?” She asks. “A little fucking late, though.” I say quietly, entering my weapon room. “If the Shadow Wraith’s name is discovered, it can be called on for assistance, but its help is very limited. Wraiths feed on high levels of energies to grow stronger...” Delsanra says realisation dawning on her. “Wraiths sense beings with high levels of energy wanting to either simply linger by these beings or depending on the wraith’s intentions they will devour these beings… This is why he wants Azura…”

What he didn't know was that someone had already informed Amelia about the situation. As the Wraith Infant, it remained in the womb of the undead for several lifetimes without reincarnation, making it more sensitive to changes in human emotions. "Amelia, something was just not right." The Wraith Infant didn't even suck on cakes anymore. (As is well known, wraiths, which are deceased souls, don't eat things in the traditional sense, but rather absorb them. For example, when a wraith consumes a cake, it loses all its sweetness, and when a person eats it, it feels like chewing on wax.)

"And it led me to you." Her pulse kicked. "You're a hunter?" "Something like that." The wind shifted, carrying a metallic scent. Blood. Kael's expression changed. "We're not alone." Before Seraphina could speak, shadows broke through the mist-five shapes, crawling low, their eyes glowing white. Wraiths. Demon wraiths. The kind that tore souls from the living. She swung her blade as one lunged at her. Blue fire burst from the runes, cutting it clean in half. Another came from behind, but Kael moved faster-his hand flared red, and a wave of heat exploded from his palm, burning the creature to ash.