Tennessee Wraith Chasers Novels & Stories

I say nothing. "You were unconscious when you arrived at the hospital." I nod. "You supposedly don't remember anything." Another nod. "So why did those men call you Wraith?" My heart stops. There it is. The question I've been avoiding. I look away. "I don't know." Christian takes another step toward me. "Who is Wraith?" I force a confused expression. "Is that a person?" His jaw tightens. "You expect me to believe that?" "I don't know what you want me to say."

I ask, sitting back and looking up at her. She looks back at the page, as I stare at the image depicting a monster-like creature with smoke and shadows surrounding him. Because the picture was so far from a human, we hadn’t paid it any attention when we had all tried to find out what we were dealing with. “Shadow Wraiths take a host to survive and to gain a solid physical form… Resulting in them disguising themselves in the identity of their hosts. With incredible speed and strength, Shadow Wraiths are even stronger where there are shadows present. Wraiths cannot be killed unless their true names are found and taken, upon driving a weapon made of pure iron coated with Nightshade, Ephedra and

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

She held Evie by the hair and dragged her out of her room and down the hallway. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, young lady. Let’s see if a few whip scars will change your mind.” Evie yelled kicking and screaming. “No!! Please, please stop! I’ll do anything you want. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt me.” But Violetta didn't listen. She continued dragging her. She threw her into a dark room and shut the door behind her. The sound of whip cracking echoed through the entire club. It was late afternoon so there was no client around, just the girls and they were used to the noise.

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.”

That evening down in Mysticfall, Tyler Dawson entered the stone arch of the Lube mansion, bringing the raw news of Charles Whitaker’s sudden termination with him. "I didn't think Chloe would turn into such a lethal hunter, Ada," Tyler said, cracking the seal on a jar of mountain moonshine and taking a long draw. "The old man was begging on his knees in the snow, but her stick didn't waver once. I find her current scent rather terrifying."

A Wraith is a predator that has already lost everything, which means it has no fear of the dark. I stood in the center of the melting Vault, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. The scent of Elena’s "Anti-Matter" blade was a sharp, metallic sting in the air, but the smell coming from Dante—the raw, ozone-heavy scent of the Void-Titan—was overwhelming. The "Shadow-Heir" in his arms let out another cry, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards and made the obsidian walls bleed liquid shadow. Dante didn't pull away from the dagger Elena had buried in his chest. Instead, he leaned into it. He stepped forward, forcing the hilt against his own ribs, his eyes locked on

She had already cut his strings, leaving him to drift into the storm he had created. In the lead vehicle of the Mack Group convoy, Rafael 'Raf' Solis sat at the wheel of The Titan. The custom-built Hennessey Mammoth 6x6 was a beast of a machine, its matte-black armor absorbing the dim light of the industrial district. Behind him, in the mobile command center, sat Kaelen 'Wraith' Vance and Elias Thorne, their eyes fixed on a bank of holographic displays. "Alistair’s team is in position," Elias reported, his fingers dancing across his console. "They’ve set up a series of kinetic barriers at the bypass exit. They’re planning to box us in and initiate a high-intensity breach."

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

The girl is a mother-fvcking whore. 'Just like you are' 'Don't even go there' "You are still on that? Grow up girl, I practically saved you from his cheating ass... I did you a good job" Raleigh chuckles and the next thing I'm hearing is a resounding slap from Piper to Raleigh. Whoa! Good job Piper. "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House. Lockwood!" Piper grits out in annoyance. "Oh! It is you... Wilder Wilder... That name totally fits you.... Ashton said something about you being his cousin or rather step cousin before someone starts to grow Medusa's head on me" she laughs cynically as if she wasn't affected by Piper's laugh.