Wraith Demon Novels & Stories

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."

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

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

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

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?"

I was mainly scrubbing away the scent or any liquids that seeped through my clothing. Kris was already awake, getting ready to go visit our pack in The Kingdom of Ghabaàr. He will be discussing the attack yesterday, since everyone heard about my two unexpected little visits to The Vampire realm. I'm sure our pack had lots of questions about my mate as well. A being they never thought to see their Demon-Wolf King mated to. Their new Luna being a Dark-Witch hybrid. No one knew what she looked like besides my maids, my people in the castle, Cyn and Anna.

One thing was made clear, Bree Davidson was almost done, They could both sense her soul exiting inch by inch giving way for the darkness, The daemon began to to advance, it claws extended and it's maw dripping spittle, it eyes black displaying intense hatred "Get ready to die!" it howled and lunged for Moira whose magic instantly deflected it backwards, but unlike before the Wraith landed quite well on it's feet moving back only a few meters, it made another lunge at her There was large crack as the earth split open, and from its depths came the hands of souls dragging and clawing at the demon "Ustanite iz dubina i zatražite pale" Hades called in a raspy voice his eyes glowing a faint yellow

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.