Tennessee Wraith Chasers Novels & Stories

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.”

And one of those decisions is that I think just to keep her best friend Lucas to her side until the end, and for making that happen; she needs to make him shut his heart that beats only for her unstoppable. "Mommy," I turned my gaze to Stella. I'm cooking our dinner, while she was patiently waiting for me in the counter. "Yes, baby?" "Does Tito Trev, find them? Is he was going to be happy again?" I bit my lip and chuckled at her question. She's referring to Troy's cousin. Trevor Monreal. The one who have a on and off relationship with his beloved Yasmin Salvacion. She's carrying Trevor's child when she choose to run away because Trevor's first love, Ceira Fernandez came into picture again.

If time permits me, then 4 chapters. And yep, this is the book 2 of “Chasing his”. To understand this story better, read the first book. That'll help you how the story started. I appreciate everyone who reads this, and please don't forget to drop a comment/review. God bless! For updates info, reach me out on my social media. FB page & group: Author Praise Odulesi & Praise Fam respectively. IG: official_praise_ewa :-)❤️

Tears spring to the corners of my eyes. My head whips back and forth frantically, searching hopelessly for an exit. I breathe out a sigh of relief when I finally spot a door to my left. Still dazed, still deaf, still panicking, I manage to stumble towards the door and slam it shut behind me, fleeing into the cool air of the night. Evander’s POV As I’m caught up socializing with the rest of the partygoers, I catch my gaze drifting occasionally towards Tessa.

She hoped they could do something for Chase and Hunter from here. More and more witches joined the circle. The others filled them in, and they immediately started helping. Thea felt magic pour into her, and she directed it to Hunter and Chase. She felt a forcefield around them, meant to hide them. Good. Hopefully, it worked on whatever creatures were coming for them. It was only minutes before the things came. “There are rogues, witches with the black eyes, vampires,” Hunter whispered into the phone. “I recognize some of those witches,” Chase whispered.

"Your ancestors and my sect... we were allies. We were the twin locks on the door to the Void." "If that's true," Caleb growled, his hand instinctively reaching for Scarlett’s waist, "then the Order of the Black Sun isn't just trying to kill me. They’re trying to erase the very history that kept the darkness at bay." Suddenly, the silver light in the tomb turned a violent, jagged red. From the shadows of the vaulted ceiling, four figures descended. They weren't wolves, nor were they entirely human. They were Wraith-Assassins—the elite killers of the Order of the Black Sun, their bodies flickering in and out of existence like glitches in reality.

“We make a stand here.” Lucian’s jaw clenched, but he nodded. There was no use arguing. They couldn’t keep running forever. Elara forced herself to breathe, to push past the fear clawing at her throat. She would not be weak. Not now. Not when something far worse was coming. A shiver rippled down her spine as the air grew thick with unnatural cold. The shadows around them moved. Then, they stepped forward. Five wraiths, emerging from the dark like twisted reflections of the dead. Their bodies flickered between forms—half-shadow, half-decayed flesh. But their eyes… their eyes burned with the same blue fire she had seen in the throne room.

“Grandmother— I—“ I whispered as I shifted in front of a house where my beautiful and young grandmother stood. She looked like an angel and it was no secret that she never aged because of the strange powers she had. The Shadow pack was a pack known for its ruthlessness, insane and deadly wolves. Most rogues come from the shadow pack and not everyone can enter the pack without turning feral. “Ximena.” Her angelic voice made me feel warmth like no other and I nodded, tears of joy streaming down my face as I walked towards her, naked. The house had an eerie feeling around it, it was bright, yet dark. She smiled at me as she opened her arms, welcoming me.

“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.”