Tennessee Wraith Chasers Novels & Stories

“I’ve waited a long time to meet you in the flesh.” Lira blocked my path, her jaw clenched, shoulders rigid. “You’re not supposed to be alive,” she said. Wraith tilted his head. “Neither are you. But here we are. Like a family reunion... except one of us brought the matches.” The others behind him didn’t speak. They stood in a loose arc, some twitching, some humming softly, all of them watching me like wolves waiting for the weakest step. I could smell the decay on them. Something about their minds had snapped and been stitched back together wrong.

I lunged forward, ignoring Liam's warning shout, and grabbed the wraith by what passed for its throat, pulling it close until that void of a face was inches from mine. "Speak clearly!" I roared, channeling every ounce of alpha command into my voice. "Tell us who sent you! Tell us what you want with her!" The wraith convulsed in my grip but I pressed deeper, a cold chill climbed up the arm holding its throat but I didn’t care. “Tell me!” I snarled but the wraith shriek in a way that nearly exploded my eardrums then it vanished. One moment it was there in my hands, solid enough to touch despite being made of shadow. The next, it was gone, leaving only wisps of darkness that dissipated like smo

"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.

“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.

“Let’s look for those two.” We started looking for Garox and Etheal inside the house until we decided to go out and search the barn and field. Nix and I have been trying to reach them over the mindlink and using my abilities to track their scents. When we didn’t have any luck finding them, I asked Nix if we should wake up Raphal, Ruby, Nathan, and Tiffany to help us search for the kids. But Nix said we shouldn’t because Raphal, Nathan, and Ruby will be training the fighters at dawn while Tiffany doesn’t want her baby girl to make another dreadful noise in the middle of the night.

As she left the alley, she suddenly screamed and fled. Felix had appeared. "Damn it! I got so caught up in training I forgot you appear randomly when entering Corpse Town." He picked up the two black bags and headed toward the hall. Almost immediately after he left, the woman reappeared and resumed dragging the prisoner. … Two months later, excitement filled the Maximus family compound. Tyler had finally tamed 100 wraiths, which meant they could return home. "Tyler, is 100 wraiths your limit?" Tyler nodded. "Yes, Elder Dean. I can feel it. Not even one more is possible."

“Hit it, Convergence! Now!” I roar, lunar light pouring from me, a beam of silver fire that slams into the wraith. It shrieks, its form dissolving into ash, but the altar’s pulse surges, a signal flare to Voren’s forces. My new sight catches them—Syndicate mercenaries, Shadowwalkers, massing beyond the Veil, drawn by the wraith’s call. Cassia clutches her side, blood seeping through her fingers, her grin weak but fierce. “Nice shot, kid. Now… what about him?” She nods at Renn, still sobbing, and the altar, still pulsing.

“Glad you’re such a tactician. Thought grief might’ve dulled your edge.” I exhaled through my nose. “It tried.” She turned, barking sharp orders. Her pack scrambled with speed and precision. Even in grief, they obeyed. Even with fear thick in their throats, they formed ranks. By the time I stepped forward, the Wraiths were already charging. One came first. It was fast — faster than most of these wolves could handle — its limbs too long, too many joints bending in the wrong direction. Its howl sounded unholy, disorienting even.