Wraith Demon Novels & Stories

It was the same attack that sun god used. “Leave my mate alone.” The wolf growled as the wave of solar energy released around him, washing over the vampire with a wave of fire and radiation. He felt his very being on fire! How is he still alive?! ~~~Samantha POV~~~ Spitfire.... Spitfire wake up.... Ugh I don’t want to get up! You must get up! No Daddy I’m tired, just a little bit longer... and I’m a demon.... remember? If you are a demon then get up and remind everyone why you are called that!

Like a fucking animal. I stood, grinding my teeth. That’s when she mumbled again. "Paimon, get some food." She scratched her stomach. Turned over. Snored again. The nerve. The Night of Walpurgis was fast approaching—one of the bloodiest tournaments of the infernal realm, where Contractors and demons test their strength and loyalty. And here she was, sleeping like it was a Sunday morning. I snapped. My wings exploded outward as I shifted into my true form. Claws. Horns. Aura of dread. Tail lashing like a whip.

I explained. “Mate? Servants? Camps? What the hell happened in the last month? None of this sounds like you!” He said angrily. “Deep breath. Ready?” I asked, more to myself than to him. “Go ahead.” Denny answered curtly. “I’m a concubus, Dennis. So was Indie. The reason Drayce…. I mean Patrick, took me is that he works with a male concubus called a Vasili. He’s a king of the desire demons, incubi, succubae, and concubi.”

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

I lunged forward, ignoring Liam's warning shout, and grabbed the wraith by what passed for its throat, pulling it close until that void of a face was inches from mine. "Speak clearly!" I roared, channeling every ounce of alpha command into my voice. "Tell us who sent you! Tell us what you want with her!" The wraith convulsed in my grip but I pressed deeper, a cold chill climbed up the arm holding its throat but I didn’t care. “Tell me!” I snarled but the wraith shriek in a way that nearly exploded my eardrums then it vanished. One moment it was there in my hands, solid enough to touch despite being made of shadow. The next, it was gone, leaving only wisps of darkness that dissipated like smo

" Lisa yelled, as a dagger flew past me in a flash. A screeching sound resounded in my ears, causing me to wince before I saw what it was. A wraith. And not just one of them. Dozens. They emerged from the shadows like twisted specters, ethereal entities with a hunger for despair. Their forms were nebulous, veiled in an ominous darkness that seemed to absorb any light daring to touch their skeletal figures. Ghastly whispers... almost like a screeching sound trailed in their wake. Their eyes, like black pits with a needle-size light in the middle, voids of any discernible emotion, gleamed with a malice. "Shit!" Lisa said, pulling out her daggers. "It's more hideous than I expected."

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

It was a protective gesture that had become a habit over the last few days, one that Scarlett found herself leaning into more than she cared to admit. "It’s the Blood-Wraith," Scarlett replied, her fingers tightening around the cold jade handle of her cinnabar brush. "A creature born of centuries of greed and violent ends. It doesn't just kill; it feeds on the memories of the soul." They were met at the door by a stone-faced butler who led them deep into the bowels of the mansion. The elevator descended far below the basement level, eventually opening into a damp, stone corridor lit only by flickering gas lamps. At the end of the hall stood a massive bronze vault door, etched with ancient ru

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

he said, urgency returning to his tone. Sasha helped him to his feet, his weight leaning heavily on her as they stumbled into the dense forest. The towering trees stretched high above them, their twisted branches blotting out the faint moonlight. Each shadow seemed alive, shifting unnaturally as if watching their every move. “Ethan, what was that thing back there?” Sasha asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ethan hesitated, his jaw tightening. “It’s called a Wraithlord,” he said finally. “An ancient entity tied to the darkest parts of the forest. It feeds on fear, on pain. And it doesn’t let its prey go easily.”