Wraith Artwork Novelas e Histórias

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.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

There in the middle of the dance floor were standing Sage and Jes wearing micro-mini skirts paired with tops that left a little to nothing for imaginations. With their wild hair, they perfectly fit the description of wild women the waiter had described. Raphael, Aidan, and Lucas watched them with an open mouth~ Sage was hooting while Jes was scaring guards with the raccoon that she was holding in her hands. The first thing that came into Raphael's mind was that from where in hell she had gotten that thing?

, appeared on the right-hand side of the wraith. The wraith shut his eyes again, and drumming noise racketed again, now in an unbearable clamour. With an uproar of the heartbeat, the wraith rumbled: “Divus”. My eyes started to bleed my ichor as a new magmatic vein shot and carved from the wraith, and a new engraving, “Divus”, appeared above the head of the wraith gatekeeper. As my energy continued to ebb, I was sucked off my ichor which flew through handprint engraving. While I roared in agonising pain, two handprint engravings connected to newly made Divus, Terra and Demonium inscription, forming a new vein system which looked like a pentagram and radiated in a mixture of embers and my icho

It was also what showed humans our presence among them, and hunters were then created. Dragons, Mermaids, and Sirens were the first to be coveted by the greed of man. Shifters, fairies and elves were quick to hide and blend. Then came the witch hunts; Hekate and Morgana had a hell of a time saving the bloodlines that they could. Vincent was responsible for all the chaos and death. He should never have been crafted, but he was because I wanted to be loved. I wanted a mate, but it came at the price of so many others.

Then, she sighed, a long, drawn-out breath that seemed to carry all the weight of the knowledge she was about to share. “A wraith is the result of a death left unfinished, unresolved,” Alice began, her voice soft but tinged with something dark. “It’s a spirit, yes, but not the kind you might think. It’s not a simple ghost. A wraith is born from agony—pure, uncontrollable anger and resentment. When someone dies in such a way, with so much hatred and pain in their heart, they don’t just fade away. They linger. They transform into something... else.”

He didn’t yet know who the enemy was—or how close they had come—but the warning was clear and sharp. Back inside, Rashel’s fingers hovered above the keyboard as a chill ran down her spine. The door to her workspace creaked open with a whisper, and a shadow slipped inside, silent as smoke. The Wraith. The figure moved as fluidly as wind, footsteps muffled by leather soles and practiced grace. His mask was featureless, the shape of a wolf’s muzzle rendered in matte black, and his expression unreadable. In his gloved hands, a blade gleamed cold under the faint light.

I cried out, my hands wrapping around his scarred skin; the next thrust was harder, and the sound that came from me was a tangle between a moan and a whimper. He paused, just for a few seconds, before going again, this time slower, and then again and again, till I was crying out his name, till I shook with my release, taking him with me. We were both covered in sweat, and I was sore—so sore that even the slightest movement hurt—but it was far better than I’d ever imagined. I had no experience to compare it to, but I had no doubt that Wraith was better than most. He looked down, and a smirk played on his lips. “Virgin blood scents the best.” He commented, and it took me a moment to realize wh

Sebastian smiled, “Lead the way, my love.” When we stepped into the art supplies store, Sebastian gasped, “Wow. There is a lot more room in here than it looks like outside.” I smiled, “He worked hard to get this store looking like this. Then Chloe came and did this ice sculpture and the entire kingdom started wanting to come in and look at it.” I showed the ice sculpture to him, and he smiled, “That one is awesome. A dragon wrapped around a wolf. I do like that a lot.” He turned to me and asked, “Which of your animal spirits is more prominent?” I laughed, “In terms of attitude, it has to be Singarti, my wolf. She’s the very ‘in your face’ type, whereas Willow, my bear, is where I get my magi

The mere idea that the eerie presence tailing me wasn't just some figment of imagination, but a malevolent entity—a wraith—sent chills down my spine. "Wraiths aren't just any shadows, they're much more than that." His voice, grave and weighted with concern, narrated the sinister nature of this creature. "They are born from the anguish of tortured souls, driven by an insatiable thirst for retribution against those who had wronged it. Since souls, for a better lack for words, can't hold memories…wraiths wait around dark alleys and areas shrouded by darkness, to feed upon the souls of those they deem as threats. In this case, the wraiths have decided to target you for some reason."