The Wraith Cast Novels & Stories

I said, turning to leave without waiting for a response. After only one step, I felt a strange impact that caused my skull to explode in pain, and I fell to the ground. I struggled to get up, dazed, but a rough hand grabbed my hair and jerked me to my feet, and my wrists were bit by the cold, jagged chains. I tried to summon my wolf powers but failed, leaving me weak, exhausted, and terrified. "preserve your strength. The chains have been enchanted." "You won't be able to shapeshift," Jabor warned.

“You said you were guardians once—guardians of bonds.” The wraith turned back to her. “We were, before the first severer, before the first scar. We remember the song—we have forgotten how to sing it.” “Then help us,” Aria said, her voice trembling from cold or effort, “help us stop him. He wants to cut every bond—he will make a world of nothing but wounds.” The wraith was silent for a long moment while the other wraiths gathered around, a silent, frozen jury. “We do not fight for flesh—we are not soldiers, we are a memory of what was lost.”

And Naro, just a kid. "What could he have done?" she asked, nodding toward Naro. "He's no exception," Kyle said flatly. "He either killed someone or caused their death. Same as everyone here." "How do you know?" "Because that's how this place works." Kyle's eyes were dark, and serious. "VEDRAH is a supernatural prison. The most evil humans are sent here. There are no walls, no guards, no laws. Nature itself is the punishment." Natzy stared at him, her mind racing.

Hecate waved her hand through the mirror, dissipating it into a fog. "You mean Karmina. From my understanding, she has started making some movement about four years ago." Willow mentioned as she recalled the information Miss J shared with her. Karmina had been recruiting Rogues from different Supernatual groups, Witches especially. She had made a scene in the Werewolf community, but as to why, Miss J hadn't told her. Hecate nodded along as if reading her thoughts.

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

I watch Ace writing notes into a folder. “Ask about Wraith.” He stops me before he moves back. “Who’s Wraith?” I don’t know a wolf with that name. “He was the first of us. His spirit’s journey was over, but he was there. We were warriors.” He sounds wistful thinking about his old friend. “The Saint sent us out to fight. They ambushed us. Wraith didn’t make it, but he saved Ghost, Crusher, and me. After that, the Moon Goddess said no more wars for Wraith or for me. She let me rest and said it was time for me to be strong and brave in different ways. Then she united me with your human spirit.”

But we have an audience, and I'm already going to seem overprotective enough without adding public displays of emotion. "Everyone ready?" I keep my voice level, Beta-formal. Nods around the circle. Malcolm, Sera, Fitz, and four other experienced warriors. Plus Iris, who shouldn't be here but who I can't imagine facing this without. "Standard formation on the road," I continue. "Once we reach Crescent Vale territory, we reassess. Princess Iris will brief us on wraith behavior and shield techniques during rest stops." I meet her eyes. "Anything to add?" "Just that wraiths hunt at dusk and dawn." Her voice is steady, professional. "We'll want to be fortified before sunset. And no one—no one—goe

He completed and Mr Dawson looked at him slowly. For the first time, there was something in his eyes that looked almost like fear. "Walking into Adrian Moretti's mansion now would be suicide," he said. "I won't send my men to die." "Adrian won't spare anyone that comes from me." He said and the room fell silent. Woo Jin clenched his fists so tightly his hands began to shake, then he laughed bitterly. "Fine," he said. "If I can't marry Carolina, then forget about the deal between our families." He threatened.

“It’s not just the world crumbling. It’s... waking up.” From above, the clouds churned unnaturally fast, spiraling around a point directly above the Watcher’s Citadel, the place they'd sworn never to return to. And yet here they were, drawn like threads back to the center of the curse. A shriek cut the air, not human, not animal, something worse. Cael looked toward the ridge. “They’re coming through,” he muttered. “Already.” The first of the wraithkind spilled through the fracture: spindly creatures, taller than men but thinner than skeletons, their translucent skin barely concealing the black fire underneath. Their mouths were always open, but the sound came from inside them, as if the scre

“The legions, the thing that bit Zeph was one of them. I called it wraith because I wanted it to sound so ugly, but someone is controlling them, and that’s what we’ve been meaning to find out.” “A wraith as in like a ghost?” “Yes,” she replied. “But it’s more than that. They are legions of demons, demonic elements, a fear-inducing evil, but they can possess bodies. My guess is they prefer werewolves because they’re fast and in wolf form, they’re stronger.” “She’s right,” Ren said. “Wolves with void eyes and dark faces.” “Wraiths are like black smoke and move in the dark. My problem is, I’m not that strong at night.”