The Wraith Cast Novels & Stories

“She did it, didn’t she?” Damien nodded once. “And now the balance is breaking.” Suddenly, a tremor split the courtyard below. From its center, a jagged crack formed, pulsing with eerie golden light. Damien leapt down, landing in a crouch, eyes narrowed. From the crack, shadows began to rise—humanoid, but wrong. Twisted. Magic-born. Wraiths. “They were bound beneath the kingdom,” Elara hissed, joining him. “Kept in slumber… by her bloodline.”

Brax nods along, “It just took longer than we planned. I was working as a guard, and made sure she was fed without drugs, and that she could heal safely. She never ended up on the table.” Lena shudders in my arms, leaning back to glance up at me. “It was horrible, Rhett. They were trying to mix the supernatural factions to create super soldiers. So many didn’t make it, and those that did will never be the same.” I rub my hands up and down her thighs, trying to ignore the feeling of having her in my arms is doing to my libido. “What happened when you escaped?” “We came looking for you,” she grins up at me.

I smiled to myself, “I almost forgot about them.” The Alliance is something my grandma Abby started before she was even pregnant with my Uncle Nico and Grandma Ashina. It’s an alliance between the werewolf species and almost every other species known. It started with White Witches and Dragons. Now it also includes Demons, Angels, Weresnakes, Weregators, Werecats, Werebears, Werehawks, Fairies, Fae, Mermaids, Centaurs, and now Dark Witches. It’s a huge alliance that has resulted in mixed species mates and their children, hybrids. Members of the alliance help one another in times of crisis or war. The alliance was involved in a huge war that resulted in my mom losing almost all of one of her k

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."

Raina, you should’ve continued to run, Poppy growled into her head. They both ran after Alana, gaining on the crying witch as the wraith dragged her through the air. Poppy leaped tackling Alana to the ground, forcing the wraith to release its phantom hold. Without a thought, Raina jumped on the wraith and she was surprised that she felt an actual body beneath her paws. How was that even possible? Wraiths were spirits, not physically there. The wraith screeched in rage. She immediately sank her teeth into it and the wraith squealed in pain as if she was actually harming it. The body she felt started to fade away until her paws found the ground beneath her.

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

he said, urgency returning to his tone. Sasha helped him to his feet, his weight leaning heavily on her as they stumbled into the dense forest. The towering trees stretched high above them, their twisted branches blotting out the faint moonlight. Each shadow seemed alive, shifting unnaturally as if watching their every move. “Ethan, what was that thing back there?” Sasha asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ethan hesitated, his jaw tightening. “It’s called a Wraithlord,” he said finally. “An ancient entity tied to the darkest parts of the forest. It feeds on fear, on pain. And it doesn’t let its prey go easily.”

Besides…" After a pause, he added, "The Wraiths are backed up by the Obsidian Council, the largest criminal organization in the world. If they seek revenge, they could crush the Holt Crew as if we were mere ants." Ashton met Walter's gaze and figured out what the sly Walter was after. "If the Wraiths seek revenge, I'll handle the consequences alone. And also, I'll be owing you a favor for your help today, Mr. Holt Senior," Ashton said.

“They’ve locked the Node in a self-destructive feedback loop. It’s absorbing its own energy and burning out from the inside. We can’t transmit the sterilization cancellation code to the atmosphere until we break the obsidian and free the crystal to resonate at its natural frequency.” ​But as we stepped tentatively toward the dark pillar, the shadows at the very edge of the hall began to lengthen, detach themselves from the stones, and move toward us. They weren’t the bio-mechanical soldiers of the Vane Corporation, and they weren't the mercury-mutated Hollowed. ​They were the Wraiths of the North.

“You’re Wrath, man. I’ve heard the stories. You’re taking me somewhere to kill me and dump my body.” Jake chuckled, and shook his head. “People will be dying, but it won’t be you, Weasel.” Weasel expelled the breath he’d been holding, and he glanced at Jake. “You’re taking me on a job? I’m a Prospect.” “I like you, Michael,” Jake said, and Weasel chuckled. “Fuck, Wrath, I’m not even going to ask,” he said.