Novel & Cerita Tennessee Wraith Chasers

"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." It was hauntingly clear that I had unwillingly become entangled in something far beyond my comprehension. The gravity of Krimson's revelation began to sink in, the implications spiraling into a maelstrom of anxiety. The wraith's relentless pursuit for vengeance was a chilling realization—I was its target, marked by

Kaelen rasped, his mechanical exoskeleton groaning as the red fog began to corrode the titanium plates. ​From the dark waters of the bay, the first of the Blood-Wraiths emerged. They weren't shifters, and they weren't machines. They were spindly, multi-limbed horrors made of a dark, oily substance that seemed to absorb the light around them. They didn't have eyes; they had "Scent-Slits" that pulsed with a red, bioluminescent glow. ​"They're not hunting us for our Resonance," Maya said, her golden-white aura flickering as she raised a shield. "They're hunting us for the 'Zero-Variable.' They’re scavengers of the 'New-Evolution'."

Tia, the base's officer, and a few others quietly snuck off when they saw Walter and the others focused on putting together an inventory checklist from the battlefield while Chase carefully inspected his finger and the lightning spear. "I'll go after them, Chase!" Cyril shouted at him. He was now a fan of Chase and wanted to leave with him. However, he had not completed the mission given to him by his masters. He decided to stay and finish his mission when he spotted Tia sneaking away.

“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.

Everything I had tried to bury, everything the Rift had sensed and stored over the centuries, coalescing into one dark, watchful pulse. A sudden shift in the shadows drew my eyes. The Wraiths appeared, not in swarms this time but individually, tall and thin with translucent bodies that bent the light of the silver veins into fractured specters. Their eyes glowed faintly, observing, judging, waiting. “Do not falter,” Cael whispered. “They feel fear. They feed on hesitation.” I took a step forward, feeling Auren’s hand on my lower back, steadying, urging. Cael’s gaze bore into mine, molten silver, burning away the remnants of doubt. Together, we approached the pedestal.

CHAPTER 117: THE FEAST OF THE WRAITH The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a predator is never more dangerous than when it’s cornered, but a Wraith? A Wraith is a predator that has already lost everything, which means it has no fear of the dark.

“/Shelley’s the Cup Bearer, right? What about the Necromancer, and the Tiger? What about Tala? And didn’t you say Reese was an enemy now?/” Jade was there, she saw the ghosts. It’s Sarah’s secret, but it’s a secret Jade already knows. “/Sarah is the Necromancer, the one who brought the ghosts. She’s not making zombies or anything like that. The ghosts just…. like her, I guess. I don’t know who the Tiger is. Tala hasn't made up her mind yet if she wants to join, but she’s sworn to secrecy. Reese, uh. Turns out yes, they were brought up a Hunter because that’s what their family is, and Hunters hunt vampires and werewolves, but Reese doesn’t agree with their folks.

Elizabeth said, and nodded toward the hall. Six people walked in wearing leather instead of council colors, engines still ticking outside in the lot, the smell of exhaust and cold night air trailing in behind them. Brianne walked point. "You know Brianne," I told Josiah, because someone had to explain it, and I wanted to be the one who did. "What you don't know is the Wraiths."

I whispered, speed-walking down the stairs and out of the English building. “What is it? Did something happen? And why are you whispering?” “I’m whispering because I don’t want to look like a lunatic.” I said, sitting on an empty bench next to the building. “Callum, Jace freaking Adams is in my English class.” I gushed. “Chase who?” He asked. I shook my head, forgetting that he couldn’t see me. “Cal, I said Jace. Jace Adams the actor. He’s in that ridiculous action movie you love.”

Why am I seeing him now? W-what? H-how did he end up here? "S-Sir Zach.."