Novel & Cerita Wraith Fanart

At Holcomb Bridge, His father had taught him about the secrets of his ancestors that no one knew about. People knew they had unimaginable strength as Nati's blessed, but never knew the secret of all their victories. The first secret was the wraith army, if a Nayak king was driven to a corner, with defeat flashing through his eyes. He can take Nati's bow and a golden arrow and shoot it into the sky, Nati's army would respond to him and fight the war with him. The soldiers of this army are wraiths, they look like normal Nayaki soldiers but they are undead, they match the strength of the king and they cannot be killed.

Alexis raised his other hand and threw a stream of power at the Wraith, a devil dog as big as the largest Hybrid Wolf, its yellow eyes glaring hungrily as saliva dripped from its oversized teeth. When Alexis' power touched it, the beast flew backwards and disappeared into the portal with an angry yelp. But in that moment, King began to sink into the abyss! Alexis bared his teeth and focused his power on King, who began to rise again. "We can't let the Wraiths out of the Underworld!" I screamed. A small Wraith no larger than a butterfly escaped the portal and flung itself at a white-faced Master level Neratomay, who grabbed her face where the Wraith landed.

“I’ve waited a long time to meet you in the flesh.” Lira blocked my path, her jaw clenched, shoulders rigid. “You’re not supposed to be alive,” she said. Wraith tilted his head. “Neither are you. But here we are. Like a family reunion... except one of us brought the matches.” The others behind him didn’t speak. They stood in a loose arc, some twitching, some humming softly, all of them watching me like wolves waiting for the weakest step. I could smell the decay on them. Something about their minds had snapped and been stitched back together wrong.

I cried out, my hands wrapping around his scarred skin; the next thrust was harder, and the sound that came from me was a tangle between a moan and a whimper. He paused, just for a few seconds, before going again, this time slower, and then again and again, till I was crying out his name, till I shook with my release, taking him with me. We were both covered in sweat, and I was sore—so sore that even the slightest movement hurt—but it was far better than I’d ever imagined. I had no experience to compare it to, but I had no doubt that Wraith was better than most. He looked down, and a smirk played on his lips. “Virgin blood scents the best.” He commented, and it took me a moment to realize wh

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

A basic graduate degree seemed to carry very little weight among these wolves. Thalia waved her clawed hand dismissively, letting out a sharp bark of laughter. "Let them stack their academic scrolls until they touch the timber rafters; not a single one of those scholars could map half the runic paths your mind commands. Your wolf is Nighthowl’s absolute secret weapon!" The Wraithfang Recon Unit blueprints my mind had calculated five winters past had already paralyzed the rival borders.

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.

He crunched down and tilted his head to a side, then pointed inside and murmured: “You draw another symbol, though. This one is known for a pup.” Oh. So the symbol is two mixed up? “The wrafter is a ghost-like creature that can only be seen by the person that controls them and only obeys her/his orders. Wrafter is rare and powerful. Frankly, I have never met one before, so I only know very little of this.” He raised his eyes to meet mine and stood up while explaining. Why would I see a symbol of it? What’s the meaning behind it? “So they are like the magical creature as vampires and werewolves?”

I say, pushing the final sheet, which now contains full sentences that I had been working on, towards her. She leans down, frowning as she reads the heading. This was a language long forgotten… and although there are still parts of the passage that are too damaged to read, or simply not fully readable, it makes sense overall. “Shadow Wraiths…” Her heart thunders as she scans the page. “Shadow wraiths are subspecies of the wraith family… What on earth… they don’t exist.” “Are you sure?” I ask, sitting back and looking up at her.

“I’m not going to kill him, Darius. I’m going to remind him. Remind him who I was. Who I am. I want him to look me in the eye and remember. And then I want him to fear.” As she turned toward the mirror to fix her lipstick, Darius added in a low voice, “You said you’d call in someone worse than Kain.” “I will,” Valeria murmured. “Someone even I fear. He’s not a mercenary. He’s a phantom. They call him Wraith. He disappears like smoke and leaves only death behind. He owes me a favor.” Darius tilted his head. “And Bain?” “He won’t see it coming.” Later that evening…