Wraith Artwork Novels & Stories

Brisia smirked looking down at the now peacefully unconscious young man. "Why not." A sadistic smile crossing her face as Alesia held her hand aloft sparks crackling along her finger tips. Brisia leapt down from the ceiling landing gracefully on her feet. Holding her hand low a dark cloud began extending down towards the ground. If it weren't transparent it would've looked as though a dark sludge was oozing down from the palm of her hands and began taking form. One skeletal hand extended out from the cloud, then another. It began dragging itself forward as a dark skeletal torso and head began to appear as it dragged itself forward. The little skin on it's bones looked as though it were melt

They moved through the void like sharks through water, gliding in wide patterns around our path. "They're keeping their distance," Walter observed. "The pendant is still working." "Barely," Erina said. "I don't know how much longer it will last." We jumped faster now, urgency driving us forward. The wraiths followed, their circling patterns tightening. Getting closer with each platform we crossed. I could see them more clearly now. Shadowy forms that seemed to absorb light, leaving dark streaks across the void. They had no features I could make out, just vaguely humanoid shapes that moved with unsettling fluidity.

Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake. Soul Shepherd: A weaker warrior that plays a vital role in supporting its allies. Soul Shepherds draw upon the souls bound to them to heal wounds and bolster the strength of their comrades, a beacon of spectral light amid battle.] I stood before the culmination of my efforts, a macabre masterpiece of magic and death. The ingots, gleaming like metallic jewels, lay nestled within the heart of the giant magic circle, their cold surfaces pulsing with a faint, ethereal glow. Around them, the twenty-four smaller circles, each a testament to my painstaking w

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how

Not a man. A silhouette that suggested both, as if reality couldn’t decide which form he deserved. He was tall, lean in a way that made power look effortless, and his eyes when he lifted them were pale and bright, like moonlight caught in ice. Sereth. Avi’s hand went to her throat, where her Dawlya tattoo lived under her skin. She could feel it now, like a second pulse. “You’re inside my wards,” she said. “I’m inside your vision,” Sereth corrected gently, and there was something almost amused in the way he said it. “Wards cannot keep out what is already tethered.”

The smoke twisted violently as it rose higher into the air, slowly beginning to take shape. Large. Massive. Not entirely smoke this time. A muscular body slowly formed from the darkness, pale gray skin appearing beneath the rolling shadows while enormous black wings shaped from smoke spread outward behind its back. Its glowing eyes burned in shades of red and purple blended together like living fire. My breath caught violently in my throat. I knew him. Not from real life. From the crystals. The same creature I saw when I touched them. Only now— I could see him clearly. And somehow that was far worse.

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

That means we are in the fifth year and I am the fifth daughter. Calia's gaze lingered on the painting, her silver hair cascading elegantly over her shoulders. Despite her hostility, there was an undeniable allure to her presence—a grace that belied her sharp edges. "I wish I could see into the future," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "To know if it's all worth it, and how my trials will unfold. To have all my questions answered." "There is a way," Calia interjected, her words sending a jolt of anticipation through me. "Deep within the heart of the woods, there lies a creature known as a Wraith. She is ancient and wise, and she can provide answers to your every question."

Jake Two hours later, Jake headed back to the basement. Warren’s knuckles were coated in blood and all Devon did was laugh at the detective. Both men turned to look at him when he opened the door and he grinned. “Do you know who I am?” “Should I?” Devon asked with a sneer. “Jake Savage,” he said with a smirk. “But my friends call me Wrath.” Devon’s eyes widened. “You’re Wrath?” “You took my sister and tried to have me killed in prison.”

He took a step forward— And the ground beneath them trembled. A deafening howl split the air, primal and enraged. Shadows shifted in the ruins below, moving unnaturally fast. Then, from the darkness, they emerged. Wraiths. Not quite werewolf, not quite human—twisted beings caught between forms, their bodies flickering as if reality struggled to contain them. Their eyes burned with unnatural fire, and their snarls carried the weight of the damned. Bram drew his blade. “I hate this place.” Freya’s daggers gleamed as she fell into a ready stance. “We hold our ground.”