Wraith Folklore Novels & Stories

He laughed at my words. "But my brother-in-law is pompous, or is he not a werewolf?" he asked teasingly. I twisted my lips feeling short of words, because he's very right about Arthur and there's no way I can defend him (Arthur) now. "Well, humans won't believe there are actual vampires living here, they'd think it's just written to scare kids off -you know, supernatural creatures are now folklores to mankind" He nodded with a small smile, he reached out his hand and pulled me closer.

“His spirit’s journey obviously isn’t over… because we just had to have him subdued in our backyard and brought to the hospital wing to have his brain scrubbed by an ancient Greek goddess.” I wait patiently until Kas is ready to give me another update. She sighs in frustration and shakes her head. “Well, apparently, Wraith’s journey was supposed to be finished.” She rubs her hands together and looks around, trying to collect her thoughts. “BUT things got messed up when I liberated my sisters and refused a spot on Mount Olympus. He’s back because now that the Menae can have mates, they could also potentially have pups. Wraith handles werewolf lineage, and he has to be here on Earth for new bl

"But I still don't know why you thought Jamie could help or what it all has to do with your interest in werewolves." Lia sighed again and took another sip of her wine. "You have no idea how hard it is to track people down when you don't know who they are or where they are. Some of the earliest stories of werewolves came from Romania. They called them varcolac, and the stories became family folktales passed down from generation to generation." "But - "

I knew him well. And he knows me. He’ll know it’s true. But after I’d confided everything, clutching my arms across my chest and rubbing my biceps to work some heat back into them, Adrian launched to his feet. “This is blasphemy! Everyone knows the magistrate is an upstanding citizen! What you’re saying is utter falsehood. Stuff that could get someone killed!” He scoffed. Beginning to pace. “A warlock. They don’t exist!” Adrian tossed his hands in agitation. “Everyone knows they’re a myth conjured by witches in vengeance! Only women can foster the dark arts!”

I nodded, I always wondered what those large serpent-like nightmare origins that sometimes pop out of the miasma, it seems that that nightmare origin was from the deep abyss and was trying its luck to hunt down a fresh stranded. "What about those stranded that they are discarding?" "Those are husks. They are what remains on a stranded with all its being, its existence, devoured by a nightmare origin. After arriving on the abyss floor, most of them would disintegrate, while a few would be imbued by the corrupting miasma, like an artifact that was given a soul resulting in a naturally occurring nightmare origin. They are the most troublesome to encounter in the abyss since they are near indest

​They were the Wraiths of the North. ​These were the tortured, lingering spirits of the thousand wolves who had died during the first purge—mothers, warriors, and elders whose souls had been caught in the vacuum created by the obsidian cage. They had been twisted by the silence and the cold into shadows of pure, mindless rage. They didn't see me as their Sovereign, and they didn't recognize the children as their kin. To them, we were merely intruders in their frozen tomb, warm things in a world that had long since forgotten the heat of life. As they glided across the ice, the temperature in the room plummeted even further, and the sound of a thousand overlapping sighs filled the air, a choru

Raina, you should’ve continued to run, Poppy growled into her head. They both ran after Alana, gaining on the crying witch as the wraith dragged her through the air. Poppy leaped tackling Alana to the ground, forcing the wraith to release its phantom hold. Without a thought, Raina jumped on the wraith and she was surprised that she felt an actual body beneath her paws. How was that even possible? Wraiths were spirits, not physically there. The wraith screeched in rage. She immediately sank her teeth into it and the wraith squealed in pain as if she was actually harming it. The body she felt started to fade away until her paws found the ground beneath her.

Danté asked. "Not sure, nothing much is elaborated about it, so far its only talks and tales, it's originating from Cherokee folklore and a name here of an ancient Shaman named Blair" "Blair?" "Cherokee Indian" Liam said looking at him. Danté sat back thinking, they all knew of Vlad Dracul, the supposed first vampire, but it was never spoken of any first wolf, or great wolf, maybe only a werewolf will know the full story. "What if we ask a werewolf?" Danté asked "An old one?"

My study becomes a war room, papers and books scattered across every surface, notes scrawled in margins as I piece together everything I can find about the creature we're facing. The wraith is old. Ancient. One of the few remaining creatures from an era when magic ran wild and unchecked through the world. It feeds on emotional memories—the bonds between mates, between parents and children, between friends. The stronger the emotion, the more powerful the memory, the more sustenance it provides. Which means it will sense me coming from miles away. My shields are strong, yes. But they're also a beacon. A challenge. The creature will know someone with power is near, and it will come for me.

And even she felt that it was wasted on a Wraith – a lifeform that stole the life force of other lifeforms. “However, if I am to go by what I saw in the description, my attack must have damaged your Spirt,” Mane frowned and said. By description, an attack on the soul was fatal. Mane attacked the Wraith’s Spirit initially. And the Spirit was a part of a person’s being that was heavily tethered to the soul. And that was why to be a Spiritualist, one had to have a Soul Based bloodline. Since Mane attacked the Wraith’s spirit, her soul should have also been damaged. Which meant that it was likely that the Wraith wasn’t going to have such an easy time reviving if she died again.