Wraith Fanart Novels & Stories

An ancient force long whispered in prophecy, bound to Thalric’s will, had awakened. Cyrion Duskbane appeared at the edge of the courtyard, his own face pale with horror. “It is the Wraith of the Forgotten… the beast sealed centuries ago. He’s unleashed it.” Thalric spread his arms as the towering creature, forged of shadows and burning eyes, rose behind him. Its scream shattered the night, and stars above seemed to flicker as if frightened by its call. “Do you see now?” Thalric bellowed, his voice carrying through the destruction. “Stars shatter. Crowns crumble. Only those who embrace the darkness survive!”

Talon's arm was around her shoulders, both of them beaming with pride. "She could have run," Gray continued, his voice growing stronger. "She could have saved herself but instead, she chose to fight for us." "From this night forward," Gray announced, "Myra is no longer a rogue, but a warrior of the Red Moon Pack." The crowd erupted in cheers, though I noticed not everyone was clapping with enthusiasm. He pulled out a silver pendant which had the pack symbol and stepped closer to place it around my neck. His fingers brushed the back of my neck as he fastened the chain, and I shivered at the contact.

“Ahem—now, let’s welcome our next assistant guest!” From the doorway, a stunning young woman walked in gracefully. She had twin ponytails and was dressed in a pure-yet-seductive blue outfit that hugged her curves perfectly. Jezin stared, completely dumbfounded. This was none other than Jevon’s famously rumored girlfriend from the entertainment industry. In truth, she was Jevon’s bonded thrall in his first fantasy drama—a hare-shaped bonded wraith. Bonded wraiths were always cast as docile and loyal archetypes, yet this hare-shaped wraith bore an ethereal yet alluring vibe, utterly captivating to behold.

“She is My Lord,” Crystal stretched out her hand, and a chain made out of Chaos was conjured from her hands and latched onto the chains binding the Wraith. The eyes of the Wraith were filled with hatred, and she stared at Crystal intently, as though she could kill her with nothing but her gaze. And why wouldn’t she hate the one who trapped her; especially when she was so close to getting away.

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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.

[Elara's POV] [Lost her memory of past few days] I backed away as the creature launched its attack. Clutching the sword from the temple, I struck at it, but the blade passed through its misty fog as if it were nothing. I knew it wasn’t my mother. The Echo Wraith always appeared as a familiar face—a loved one, a long-lost friend, or a figure from the victim’s past—only to grotesquely distort and morph into a disturbing mask of anguish or malevolence. The expressions on its face are exaggerated and twisted, reflecting the lies and deceit it preys upon. One moment it might seem sorrowful, and the next, it could sneer with malevolence. Its misty form occasionally shimmers with an eerie glow that

“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.

The sky burned blinding white, the game’s rendering engine struggling to process the sheer volume of particle effects flooding the zone. "Wraith! The absolute shield is regenerating!" Kara yelled over the squad comms. Her avatar, the rogue hacker known as Jinx, was glitching violently on a floating slab of debris. Her hands were a localized blur of motion as she cast disruption hexes, her fingertips trailing glowing green strings of raw code that lashed out to slow the boss's impenetrable defense matrix. "You have a three-second window before the wipe mechanic triggers! If we wipe now, we lose the twelve-hour progression!" Ren Walker—known to millions across the global leaderboards simply as

“The legions, the thing that bit Zeph was one of them. I called it wraith because I wanted it to sound so ugly, but someone is controlling them, and that’s what we’ve been meaning to find out.” “A wraith as in like a ghost?” “Yes,” she replied. “But it’s more than that. They are legions of demons, demonic elements, a fear-inducing evil, but they can possess bodies. My guess is they prefer werewolves because they’re fast and in wolf form, they’re stronger.” “She’s right,” Ren said. “Wolves with void eyes and dark faces.” “Wraiths are like black smoke and move in the dark. My problem is, I’m not that strong at night.”