Wraith Demon Novels & Stories

“So, I put my plan together. The Goddess Hecate even blessed me the night before I left. Then while I was gone, the Goddess Sol made a connective bridge between Angel and me so that she could help heal me and give me strength. Right before Nika sent up the flare, I was able to identify the supernatural since he met with the idiot, and I got to eavesdrop on their meeting with the use of astral projection. Draxthi is a Demacore, one of Douchey Loki’s creations. There’s already been thousands of deaths because of him, and millions will be lost if we can’t stop him and his army. He’s using a large number of sacrifices that act as a power boost for his army. His deal with the idiot is to provide

A snarl ripped through him and the air ignited around his wings as he surged upward, the wind splitting against his ascent. He tore through the sky like a comet, lightning burning from his throat. He struck the first of Vraeleth’s phantoms with heavy force, rendering them naught at once. Another came at him snarling, he grabbed by the neck and raked it apart, fire spilling from his claws. He should have been unstoppable. But the demon was watching. Vraeleth turned towards him, her movements languid. Her shadow stretched, coiling upward, swallowing flame and light alike. She raised a hand, and the sky bent around her. What had been air became weight, invisible, crushing her target with precis

At one point, Ava saw a vision of her mother kneeling on the ground, cradling an infant in her arms—her. She froze. The others noticed. "What is it?" Ashton asked, tension in his shoulders. Ava blinked. The vision faded. "I saw her. Holding me. She was... crying." As if summoned by the memory, a ripple of magic burst through the air. And with it, came the wraiths. Shadows solidified from mist, taking wolf-like shapes with elongated jaws and smoky fangs. Their eyes glowed with ley-fire, hollow and endless. Kaelin didn't wait. "Wraiths! Defensive circle!"

The blood energy on his body surged up in the next instant, and all three thousand wraith puppets roared one after another, twisting and joining to form a giant wraith puppet at least five meters high. Moreover, this puppet was different from the previous ones. It was a physical manifestation. There was no need for the spiritual eye. Even ordinary people could see it with their naked eyes. “Roar!” The gigantic wraith puppet roared. Its mouth opened wide, black air surging forward. “Ahhhh—” “What the hell is that?!” “It… I-It looks like a demon, Blood Devourer, from the Blood Cult!” It was Travis, who was more knowledgeable on this matter, who called out.

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.

“Do you think this is what he is?” “I think so…” I say, standing up. I have a sword which is fully iron… “What… how… did you… how did you even figure that out?” She asks. “A little fucking late, though.” I say quietly, entering my weapon room. “If the Shadow Wraith’s name is discovered, it can be called on for assistance, but its help is very limited. Wraiths feed on high levels of energies to grow stronger...” Delsanra says realisation dawning on her. “Wraiths sense beings with high levels of energy wanting to either simply linger by these beings or depending on the wraith’s intentions they will devour these beings… This is why he wants Azura…”

I whispered in his ear, trying to distract myself. "Yeah," He sounded hoarse, and cleared his throat, "Wrath demons are closely connected to vampires. It's a unique ability that we have. The rest of the demons will have to jump or climb down and hope they don't break their legs." Finally, we landed, my feet finding solid ground. Relief washed over me as I took a step back, distancing myself from Samael instantly.

“Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?” Ak-kvir considered my words for a moment. “Yes.” “Get me to them, and I’ll grant you their bodies and their blood.” “What about their souls?” “I can always summon another,” I hinted. The demon growled, clearly unhappy. “I will get you there, all r-r-right. Bodies and blood are mine?” “Yes. A necromancer’s word.” “Climb up.” I laughed at his inanity. “Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!”

“The legions, the thing that bit Zeph was one of them. I called it wraith because I wanted it to sound so ugly, but someone is controlling them, and that’s what we’ve been meaning to find out.” “A wraith as in like a ghost?” “Yes,” she replied. “But it’s more than that. They are legions of demons, demonic elements, a fear-inducing evil, but they can possess bodies. My guess is they prefer werewolves because they’re fast and in wolf form, they’re stronger.” “She’s right,” Ren said. “Wolves with void eyes and dark faces.” “Wraiths are like black smoke and move in the dark. My problem is, I’m not that strong at night.”

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.