Wraith Artwork Novels & Stories

“His spirit’s journey obviously isn’t over… because we just had to have him subdued in our backyard and brought to the hospital wing to have his brain scrubbed by an ancient Greek goddess.” I wait patiently until Kas is ready to give me another update. She sighs in frustration and shakes her head. “Well, apparently, Wraith’s journey was supposed to be finished.” She rubs her hands together and looks around, trying to collect her thoughts. “BUT things got messed up when I liberated my sisters and refused a spot on Mount Olympus. He’s back because now that the Menae can have mates, they could also potentially have pups. Wraith handles werewolf lineage, and he has to be here on Earth for new bl

"What exactly did you find out? How can we stop this thing?" Brian took over, his face lined with fatigue but determination. "The Shadow Wraith is a powerful entity that was imprisoned by an ancient sorcerer using a series of enchanted symbols. These symbols were designed to contain its essence and prevent it from causing harm. If the Wraith has been freed, we need to either reinforce these symbols or find a way to create new ones to bind it again." Silas leaned forward, his brow furrowed in thought. "Where do we start? Do we have any leads on where we might find the information we need to reinforce or recreate these symbols?"

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

A basic graduate degree seemed to carry very little weight among these wolves. Thalia waved her clawed hand dismissively, letting out a sharp bark of laughter. "Let them stack their academic scrolls until they touch the timber rafters; not a single one of those scholars could map half the runic paths your mind commands. Your wolf is Nighthowl’s absolute secret weapon!" The Wraithfang Recon Unit blueprints my mind had calculated five winters past had already paralyzed the rival borders.

I had placed the last half bottle of water and a piece of moldy bread into his hands, even though I was so hungry I could barely stand. He saw the moment the zombies broke through the door. I had stood at the very front with a knife, screaming for him to take Jessica and leave first. But the final image froze at that front door. It froze on the scene where he and Jessica each grabbed one of my arms, shoved me outside, and locked the door behind me. My desperate, piercing screams as the zombies devoured me was like a blade twisting in his heart. The memories of two lifetimes overlapped in that instant.

said Brenna softly. Lianne shifted on the bench, removing her arm around Brenda’s waist, but taking her hand on the table instead. “You would not wish to be without your gift. It is part of who you are.” “It has been manipulated by Walstone and used to do terrible atrocities. I wish it were true that losing our virginity would shed us of our powers.” She blinked rapidly, genuinely desiring it were possible, for it would solve her problems, and she could easily accept Cameron’s request to be his mate.

I tilted my head, asking her if there was anything she needed. “Nat? What’s wrong?” I asked. She didn’t speak. Rather, she pulled me closer. Her face is now buried under my neck and her heavy sighs are creeping through my skin. “Natyaramona!” I called again, probing for the matter. “B-blood....” she managed to utter before fainting in my arms. My eyes widened as my body froze. Natya is a witch and a she-wolf. Her asking for blood could only mean one thing - she was successfully converted into a vampire.

Pascal furrowed his eyebrows, and the person he remembered was Galore, the vampire with four arms, he is known for killing innocent humans and werewolves. "you will have to forget your past if you want them to be buried there, or else, you will have to fight against Lava once again" Noah warned, Pascal looked at his sweaty palms "I can't, they keep coming on their own" Noah became silent "I won't be able to lord over the vampires if Lava return, I doubt if he will even let me live, I need your help?" Pascal looked at him and snorted coldly "you want me to collaborate with you, that will be a betrayal against the vampires, the vampires have nothing to do with werewolves"

This made Drystan's troubling conqueror easy because he was going to burn down the whole city if they had refused to give him the holy artefact. ' I mean I had to do it because Martina's body had stopped accepting my mana energy. Her body was rejecting the mana infusion which is why I had to go to the Holy City for the holy artefact,' Drystan said to himself as he climbed onto the same carriage with Martina and Loren.

[Elara's POV] [Lost her memory of past few days] I backed away as the creature launched its attack. Clutching the sword from the temple, I struck at it, but the blade passed through its misty fog as if it were nothing. I knew it wasn’t my mother. The Echo Wraith always appeared as a familiar face—a loved one, a long-lost friend, or a figure from the victim’s past—only to grotesquely distort and morph into a disturbing mask of anguish or malevolence. The expressions on its face are exaggerated and twisted, reflecting the lies and deceit it preys upon. One moment it might seem sorrowful, and the next, it could sneer with malevolence. Its misty form occasionally shimmers with an eerie glow that