Wraith Demon Novels & Stories

“wraith and revenant. they’re what, six weeks old? and already the healers say they’re shifting in their sleep. tiny furballs with gold eyes and violet ones, growling at shadows.” Rhea drained her tankard, set it down with a clunk. “i held wraith last night during the watch. she latched on that rag doll like it was a throat. little demon’s got her mother’s fire.” Kaelin leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice dropping. “and revenant? he quiets when you hum the old ironfang dirge. like he knows his father’s voice in it somewhere.” Serna swallowed hard, the lump in her throat tasting like ash. “they’re the only reason we’re still here, you know that? every time i swing this hammer, i see their

They were feared; people dared not even utter their group's title, let alone their names. Crimson mask wearer - Wraith. Silent. Muscular. Athletic. He embodies Wrath, blood, vengeance, and swift judgment. His dual blades do all the talking he needs. Once a soldier who defied orders to protect civilians during a silent purge in the northern isles. Branded a traitor and left for dead, Wraith was found by Diana’s agents on the battlefield, surrounded by the bodies of those he killed in defence of the innocent. His oath was shattered that day, and so he forged a new one: to serve not law, but judgment.

I bit my lips as my body reminded me of what happened in the midnight, but I hugged them back and quickly pulled back before Alma came. “Okay, let’s go!” she yelled, pushing her demon in. Yes, they have human form and demon form Zira switch, but most of the time she stays in human form. Asher remains in his demon form. Asher chuckled, standing up. “Okay, let’s go,” he said, taking Zira’s hand and also pushing his demon in. We left the room, heading to the portal that will take us to the werewolf kingdom. The demon kingdom is not on the land earth like werewolves, witches and other land supernaturals. They are in another dimension, and only a portal can bring you in. We were walking in silenc

Drexel said. I sighed. I never knew Tyler Bresfort was the definition of what everyone called him here in Vino. A DEMON! Now that I know, I have the strangest urge to tame this Demon, to bring him to his knees... To watch him beg for his miserable life. I wanted to punish him so bad for what he did to me, for the way he used and neglected me. I was always there for Tyler, through thick and thin, ever since we've known each other, I was always there to satisfy his needs, I was always there to comfort him and to let him vent his angers through sex.

That kind of energy is bound to attract paranormal creepy crawlers like maggots to rotting flesh. But most people call those scavengers demons, especially if they have strong religious beliefs, like the Blotters and Father Thompson. Religions aren’t exactly prone to middle grounds. Everything’s black or white, so whatever doesn’t fit in the good lane is labeled as evil. I had the idea that demons are into living souls, not stagnant residual energy, no matter how foul, and that was why I thought we were most likely dealing with a scavenger. And I could only pity this entity, born to feed on echoes of pain, fear and violence, prisoner in a house so full of love and good memories. Of course it

He was not good for her or her vagina. Jes gave the Demi-God a pained longing look who was standing there as he stepped on a puppy. Staring at Jes as if he had seen a ghost.

Twelve monoliths arched upward like the ribs of a dead god, each etched with sigils that burned white-hot as Astra’s blood soaked into the grooves. She did not cry out. She had learned long ago that pain fed the wrong things. Behind her, the wind howled—no, screamed—as something massive strained against chains of light at the edge of the circle. The Winter Wraith. It was not a wolf. Not anymore. Once, perhaps. Long before corruption twisted it into something that wore shadow like flesh. Now it was hunger given shape, a vast silhouette of ice and night, eyes like dying stars, breath that froze the air into shards.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

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.”

A Wraith is a predator that has already lost everything, which means it has no fear of the dark. I stood in the center of the melting Vault, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. The scent of Elena’s "Anti-Matter" blade was a sharp, metallic sting in the air, but the smell coming from Dante—the raw, ozone-heavy scent of the Void-Titan—was overwhelming. The "Shadow-Heir" in his arms let out another cry, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards and made the obsidian walls bleed liquid shadow. Dante didn't pull away from the dagger Elena had buried in his chest. Instead, he leaned into it. He stepped forward, forcing the hilt against his own ribs, his eyes locked on