Tennessee Wraith Chasers Novels & Stories

"Calling them a bunch of assholes isn't exactly respectful either, is it?" Ryker grinned, unbothered. "We'll save the disrespect for when Coach isn't in the room. Got it." "Retarded fucker," Wade muttered, leaning against the locker with a groan. "I gotta get to class, but man, I just want to skip and go to sleep." Same, brother. Same.

Mason had a point. I didn’t much care though, it was the best solution for now. “He’ll get over it. MacTire has room and facilities to accommodate them all.” ***** Travis and Josiah were standing on the main steps to MacTire castle when we arrived. Their brows begin to furrow as we pull up and I step out of the vehicle with Leneve, Nero, and Nolt. Finn, Mason, Oliver, and Milo are behind us in the second vehicle. Behind them are three large trucks. One transporting all the gear and weapons we took from the underground compound. The other two hold changelings and walkers. Petra flies high above, opting to travel by flight.

Chapter: 17. ********* It was a beautiful afternoon in Aqaurial, Tide had just gotten out of class, the kids today seem to be in good spirits as none threw meaningless questions as usual. Today is going to be a busy day as his mother had made him promise, he would visit Atana's resting ground then Diondra as well as Neptune to confess his wrong doings before the King hears from another, his punishment would be too severe if that should happen.

It had slowed down their mission in numerous ways not to mention he just hated the stuff. “I went ahead and notified the tracking team closest to the old pack township to keep their eyes peeled.” Sierra explained as she climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, letting Lucas drive. “So far they haven’t seen anything suspicious or out of character. Hopefully the presence of the forensic teams at the site are keeping them at bay if they are going that way.” “Unlikely. The feral came all the way up to the house where there were dozens of werewolves and vampires that could have spotted it.” Lucas pointed out. “Whoever it is doesn’t seem to care about getting caught or whether there are other

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The crowd gasped, and I heard Aubrey join them. “You're challenging me? With these,” Chase questioned in the most dominate voice he could muster, but I could hear a little fear in there. He was pointing at my entourage as he continued, “What the hell kinda pack is that anyway? Are those shifters and vamps?” Chase mocked. Hisses and growls echoed through the trees from my insulted pack. “You're damn right I am. The position, and pack was always meant for me. Aubrey was always meant for me. You've just kept them warm for me. Mock my pack all you like; you have no idea what power they hold” I replied in a dominant tone.

“She is My Lord,” Crystal stretched out her hand, and a chain made out of Chaos was conjured from her hands and latched onto the chains binding the Wraith. The eyes of the Wraith were filled with hatred, and she stared at Crystal intently, as though she could kill her with nothing but her gaze. And why wouldn’t she hate the one who trapped her; especially when she was so close to getting away.

“Wait. Now, mark!” The bow chaser leapt, chain uncoiling into night, hiss loud as blasphemy. The new swan’s chaser answered in the same breath, a tight-bored bark that would have put daylight through our ribs if Kade hadn’t already brought the Wraith’s head off by a degree and a prayer. Their shot chewed our bow wave instead. Ours bit what it wanted. The chain struck the vent seam and sang, then wedged like spite. “Reload,” Jas snapped. “She’ll try again.”

one of the guys at the back mutters, and call me crazy, but I swear I see him shiver as he does so. The guy next to him suddenly widens his eyes in complete horror at the mention of Max's name. "You mean," he audibly gulps, "THE Max Blackwell? Ethan and Tanner's old roommate?" "Yeah, you moron," the guy in the middle hisses back at them in a harsh whisper, "and if either of you ever want to be able to gulp again, I suggest you shut the hell up before we get into even more trouble than we're already in!" I have to fight back a chuckle.

The Source had sensed the active Seed in its graveyard. Intrusion detected, a booming, ancient resonance vibrated through the static. The Failed Seeds must be purged. The New Seed must be reclaimed. From the depths of the static, the "Harvesters of the Dead" emerged. They weren't the Centurions we had fought on Earth. They were "Wraiths"—creatures of pure, entropic data designed to scavenge the Liminal Zone. They looked like giant, skeletal hands made of black glass, reaching through the mist to snatch the flickering ghosts of the failed children.