Wraith Demon Novels & Stories

"Appearances can be deceiving my old friend, you see across the mortal realm portals are opening and my wraiths will seize each world in my name. The six of you have no chance of winning. Your precious Daughter of Vienna is locked away and her army is leaderless. Looks to me like you've underestimated me again." The six of them looked at each other silently deciding to let Demonya believe that she had the upper hand. In the mean time they would have to keep her busy until Alicia returned. Sabrina wasted no time as she flew at top speed at Demonya. Demonya, having never fought against any of The Chosen was unprepared for the sheer power of force behind Sabrina's staff. The staff collided with

One faction is to serve the Palace as general servants while the other factions are to serve members of the Imperial Family. Blue is the colour scheme for the servants belonging to the faction of the Frost Palace, in short these servants directly serve the Third Prince Jin Huan. As for the others, the general servants are clad colours of dark maroon. As for the Emperor, the faction of servants appointed are naturally larger, they are clad in black. The faction which serves the emperor, the colour black truly makes them look more imposing. These people their positions may be that of a servant but their worth is comparable to those revered generals or martial arts masters.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Indie let my hand go and let her demon form out, showing off that she was a concubus. There were some scattered applause. I let my demon form out too. All of it. “I am Morrigan, Vasilia of the demons.” I stated while my human form shifted.

“Did you hear that?” Torren’s daggers were already in his hands, his eyes darting to the shadows. “Yeah. And it’s not the wind.” The whispers grew louder, a chorus of voices speaking in a tongue long forgotten. From the cavern’s depths, shapes began to emerge—ethereal, translucent figures, their forms flickering like dying flames. Their eyes were hollow sockets, their mouths open in silent screams. “Wraiths,” Elara breathed, her voice trembling. “Spirits bound to the prophecy. They’re drawn to the fragments.”

They were consumed with blood lust, forsaking pure emotions and eventually falling into madness. What if she was sold to one of their kind? Her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to run. Clenching her fists she forced herself not to move. She had to do this, she owed her father that much. A demon won the next bid, offering three hundred thousand and the bones of a virgin witch. As he carried away his prize a group of witches shot him evil looks and one muttered under her breath. The demon hissed at her, but she simply laughed, flicking a hand through her bright blue hair.

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.”

The thing in the shadows screamed. It wasn’t a sound meant for ears—it was bone grinding on stone, glass breaking inside Avery’s skull. They clutched their head, staggering back as the Veil itself shivered. A claw pushed through the cracked air, long and jagged, dripping black smoke. Then another. The beast’s head followed, stretching from nothing, stitched from shadow and teeth. Avery froze. “What—what is that?” “A Wraith,” the reaper said, voice like iron. They spun their scythe into both hands. “Predators. Feed on the ones you let slip.”

, 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

“We need an alliance, Noah. The cult must be destroyed, and their leader, the Vhalir, must be taken out. But you must understand what he is.” Enyeto leaned over a table, his face growing grim. “He is not a man. He is a broken liriar, an Angel. A vhal liri. Stories say, he was cut from the vae lin, the celestial source, and banished from his realm to this one. He is a fallen thing, starving for the light he lost. He established this cult to steal zhil vae from humans through fear and sacrifice, trying to build a new throne out of rot.” Kael leaned against the doorframe, his composure returning, though his eyes remained wary. “And let me guess. Now that a true demon has appeared in this realm,