Wraith Demon Novels & Stories

" A ripple of amusment moved through the witches, their voices murmuring in sync. The High Priestess only smiled faintly. "You mistake this fo choice, demon," she said. "But the bond is not yours. It belongs to the Old Blood. It belongs to us." Aria flinched. Shadows yanked harder at her ankles, trying to drag her down. The circle pulsed with sigils carved into the earth--symbols that flared with sickly green light. Kael unged forward, but the circle caught him. His body slammed against invisible walls, flames scattering in bursts. He roared, claws sparking agathe unseen barrier.

“It’s not just the world crumbling. It’s... waking up.” From above, the clouds churned unnaturally fast, spiraling around a point directly above the Watcher’s Citadel, the place they'd sworn never to return to. And yet here they were, drawn like threads back to the center of the curse. A shriek cut the air, not human, not animal, something worse. Cael looked toward the ridge. “They’re coming through,” he muttered. “Already.” The first of the wraithkind spilled through the fracture: spindly creatures, taller than men but thinner than skeletons, their translucent skin barely concealing the black fire underneath. Their mouths were always open, but the sound came from inside them, as if the scre

I don’t know what I am anymore or what I'm doing for that matter. I know more is coming. Lightning cracks open the sky like it’s angry with the world. The clouds descend... no, they take form. A creature made of wind and voltage, wings stretching wide like storm banners. It lands before me, soundless but heavy. The Tempest Wraith. Its voice is the sound of a thousand hurricanes. I've seen it in history books... I move backwards subconsciously in fear. “Lucien Guen,” it booms, “son of the fallen Guen Alpha. You are unmade and remade. Show me what remains.”

"I cannot tell you enough how little them doe eyes work on me." Ohoho! Look at the hatred there! Oh, now that's what we lived to see, down here! That sort of pizazz! Oh, I hoped she didn't break too fast on me. She had the makings of ascending into a really powerful Demon of Wraith. But conversions were way above my pay grade! That type of stuff was reserved for the Big Cheese, El Diablo, the good ol' Morning Star, and contrary to popular belief, they didn't like to wear Prada (more of a Manolo Blahnik), I'm talking about—

A shadow looms over me and Gwen lets out a muffled shriek. I spun, my magic zapping along my palms. I expect to see the vampires that Zane has recruited. Instead, it's an inky blackness that undulates in front of me. Taking a step back, I stumble as the thing drifts closer to me. "What is that?" my voice cracks. "It's a wraith." I'd vaguely heard of those, but why was Gwen so terrified of it? She had faced down half a dozen vampire ghosts, but trembles and backs away from this thing.

"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.

“The Wraith... it's in pieces!” Thorne's golden eyes sparkled. "The pieces..." Everything... It is falling apart because of how strong she is!"" I looked into Draven's dark blue eyes. The Wraith will try one last trick, even though you are bound to the moon. It will attack you physically and test your heart, soul, and everything you hold dear.

“Geez, you look like you need a bath or two.” Crocell cornered the wraith in alley, placing a pretty strong barrier in between the walls and around it. Wraiths are known for violence and aggression so he needs to be careful. The gleaming light from the silver wing shape of the emblem as the wraith clutched it almost made Crocell feel sorry for the creature—but alas, his need to make his angel happy overrides the pity—even if he’s still a demon, he feels emotion just like everyone else. The wraith let out a chilling scream that was enough to make his ears ring and his hairs stand and he sighed. Now the wraith means business when it suddenly attacked him. “Here goes nothing.” The young demon s

Bram murmured something I couldn’t quite catch to himself, but offered no suggestions. The witch’s equivalent to a lycan was a demon. Demons were the near immortals that spawned several paranormal species, similar to how lycans were responsible for all shifters. Similar to lycans, no one really knew their origin story, or who the first was. It was fun to compare and contrast the origin stories, though.

Not when he can be here to live his life without prying eyes. End of Flashback Now, Wraith, in his black pants and fitted grey shirt, biting at a toast as he stares at him. He's still small in stature, about five feet flat, eyes widening as he kneels one knee down on the floor. Yeojoon snorts and waves him off, gesturing him to stand. "Good morning, Wraith. It's nice to see you're back. Where's Damon?" "Silenus, Sire?" Wraith removed the toast from his lips and held it with his hands as he stood up straight. "I haven't seen them yet."