Wraith Artwork Novels & Stories

"He was building a 'Noah’s Ark' for the Resonance." ​The Confrontation with the Prime-Wraith ​The vault door didn't close fast enough. ​A single Blood-Wraith, larger than the others, its oily skin translucent enough to reveal a skeleton made of red crystal, slipped through the gap. It didn't lunge. It stood in the center of the Archive and began to "Mimic" Leo’s form.

At the center of the treeline, a figure stepped forward, black cloak billowing around him, the air thickening as he moved, darkness clinging to him like smoke. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver eyes glowing in the darkness, the cruel curve of his mouth sharp as a blade. The Wraith. He lifted his hand, and the wolves fell still, their growls dying into silence. His gaze swept over Shadowstorm’s defenses, the barricades, the warriors standing ready, the archers on the roofs, Thorne’s wolves standing shoulder to shoulder with Raven’s. Then his eyes found Raven. “You’ve built yourself quite the little kingdom,” The Wraith called, his voice carrying across the cold air, smooth and poisonous, too cal

Here is the beginning of me, you, and our beloved child Here is the beginning of a new round of great love for you my princess I promise I will never abandon you I promise I will never make you sad I swear that I love you more than anything or anyone in this wide world And that I will keep my little family with love until the day I lose my soul in it Telling you that you are the only ones who fill my eyes, and who make me love the days I live more It's bad to make me so real..too bad. In the end, they realized the reason why tattoos did not appear from the beginning is that they cannot transform.. their tattoos will appear if they are tattooed just like omega wolves

Reza sees a large man standing on a knee-height plateau that he assumes to be Zakira. The cart stops near the raised platform. Alicia steps out and looks at Zakira, the man with a pitch-black left eye. "So you're the shitty numskull he was referring to?" she lets out the short man's words. "Zakira, I didn't say anything like that... she's just," pleads the short man but Zakira puts a sword inside his belly. Zakira pulls his sword out from the man's belly and swipes it through the man's throat. Gripping the man's head with its hairs he shows it to all thirteen men standing in the valley.

“She is My Lord,” Crystal stretched out her hand, and a chain made out of Chaos was conjured from her hands and latched onto the chains binding the Wraith. The eyes of the Wraith were filled with hatred, and she stared at Crystal intently, as though she could kill her with nothing but her gaze. And why wouldn’t she hate the one who trapped her; especially when she was so close to getting away.

I continued chanting, even as my voice shook. “Storm and shadow, heed my plea. Unshackle wrath and set it free. Let my howls tear through the night. Let my enemies quake in fright.” I groaned as my body began to transform. Pain surged through me like fire. A howl of suffering burst from my throat. My bones cracked and shifted, and I screamed in pure agony as the transformation took hold. “Lyra, what are you doing?!” Dracob’s voice rang out, filled with horror and disbelief. I saw him step forward, reaching toward me, but before he could take another step, a lightning bolt struck the ground at his feet, forcing him back.

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.

Wolves writhed on the ground, some half-shifted and unable to return, their cries a broken chorus against the night. Above them all loomed the moon—blackened, cracked, bleeding crimson fire across the sky. From that cursed light descended the Eclipse Wraiths, half-shadow, half-wolf creatures that moved like smoke yet struck like steel. Their silver eyes burned with unnatural hunger, their jaws dripping black ichor as they swarmed.

I rustled through my desk drawers next to my bed, found my sketchbook and pencils, and sat down in my office chair. “Let me call you back, “I said to David. “Take your time,” he said with another big yawn before letting me go. I set down my phone and I began my drawing of the wolfen goddess I’d been with, looking over her shoulder at me like she had the night before when I’d taken her from behind.

"Personally, I think Hunters were created by a witch with a vendetta against supernatural creatures." Daphne nodded. "I agree." Then she glanced up. "What is his name?" "Rush Balista." Daphne's breath came out in a rush. "No! Are you sure?" I nodded, a crease forming between my eyes. "Yes, quite. Why? What's wrong?" "Because he is a very old wizard," Daphne replied. "Truth be told, he was probably the one who created the supernatural Hunters." I looked up at Xander and Elias. "That makes sense."