Wraith Folklore Novels & Stories

I am a doctor who specializes in treating infertility. People liked to joke and call me the "Life-Bringer." By day, I worked at the hospital, handling the toughest, most puzzling cases. By night, I used something called the Spirit Bride Rite, a long-lost ritual from ancient times to preserve a man's ability to have children, even after he had just passed. It was a method that went against nature and drained me dry, so I didn't take just any job. I worked for the wealthy. My starting fee was 600 thousand dollars. That day, I had barely taken a sip of champagne at a client's grandson's baby shower before an urgent request came in. If I counted right, this would be my 17th husband.

My mother's honey shop served only women, and she sold only one type of honey. The honey was contained in small glass jars, and it had an eerie name—Heart-Eroding Honey. Whenever women came to buy honey, my mother would personally lead them through the shop and into the mysterious beehive room in the backyard. Shortly after the door was closed, there would always be faint, suppressed moans coming from inside. I never knew whether it was from pain or satisfaction. However, when the women reemerged, they would all have rosy faces and radiant smiles, as if they had been completely nourished.

Hidden deep in the mountains outside our town was a sealed cave filled with ancient coffins. According to local legend, one of our ancestors had died hundreds of years ago before he could marry or leave behind an heir. People believed his spirit never moved on. The town elders claimed the only way to break the curse was to choose a bride for him—someone who would be bound to him and carry on his bloodline. And for reasons I still didn’t understand, they chose me.

I sell handmade fortune cookies in the park. Each one costs $10,000, yet every day, people fight to buy them. That’s because what I sell are fertility fortune cookies. Eat one, and you can get pregnant instantly. You can even choose what kind of child you want. Slip in a double-yolk charm, and you’ll have twins. Seal in a perfect test paper, and your child will be a genius. A spayed female dog ate one and ended up pregnant with six puppies. Someone buried a fortune cookie beneath a withered tree, and by the next day, it had burst into full bloom. I sell fortune cookies to both women and men—anyone who wants to get pregnant. I turn no one away. Even animals, if they so much as make a sound, I’ll feed them. Until one day, a young woman, Mara Kessler, who had been standing in line from dawn until dusk, finally stepped forward and timidly said she wanted to buy a fortune cookie. I only took one look at her, then staggered back in terror. "I can’t sell to you. Leave. Now."

I was a private fertility specialist who handled the kind of cases no reputable clinic would touch. During the day, I treated ordinary patients. But once night fell, the sign outside my clinic flipped over, and my real clients arrived. Wealthy wives with family secrets to protect. Women desperate to leave behind an heir for husbands who couldn’t father children themselves. I thought I had seen every kind of unusual case until this one. The client was a man who had just died. And technically speaking, he was my twenty-seventh husband.

Turns out being abandoned at the altar isn’t the worst thing that could happen to a person. Tessa’s life is about to take an unexpected turn when she uncovers a dangerous truth that threatens her life. In her quest to seek protection, she crosses paths with the Beta of the Silver pack, Ronan Wraith. Wraith, infamously known as The Enforcer, is no knight in shining armor. On the contrary, he is darkness itself. A mate is the last thing he wants, but fate is about to play a very cruel game when he is being granted one who was… human. ~ “Tell me, what’s your plan for the human?” the man asked, not bothering to hide his curiosity. “Lock her up. F*ck her. Make her my breeder. It’s none of your goddamn business what I do with my mate.” ~ What Tessa doesn’t realize is that she is nothing but a pawn in a grand scheme, and the Beta, Wraith, might just have other plans for keeping her.

For seven years I have stayed by his side. For three years, I gave him all of my love and devotion when I felt the mate bond spark between us. Unfortunately Riker Wraith took everything I gave him for granted all for his childhood friend. In the end I, Cassandra Thornhill, decided to forget my one-sided soul mate so that I can find true love and happiness.

In the vampire—enslaved present world, Myra longed for a better life. After a horrid tragedy that ended her life, she was reborn as a lowlife Omega from a folklore in the year 1721. Now she must save the Lycans from their impending doom, and rewrite history.

It was prophesied in Shifter folklore that when a Solar Lycan was born, great change would come to the Shifter population. Only trouble was that it was all it was, an unfulfilled prophecy; no Solar Lycan had been seen for more than a thousand years. Had she ever even existed? Well, here's the thing: sometimes, occasionally, prophecies do get fulfilled.

Beware of the Night Alpha. A dangerous shadow, the wraith of vengeance. He is a darkness feared by all, a plague to be avoided, and a river that drowns quicker than a sharp sword cut through the softest surface. Who am I? I am Lady Alenna of House Grewin. A powerful wolf clan known for their nobility and strength. To retain that reputation, my father sorted out the Night Alpha to either take him down or put a tame on him. Little was he informed of the ferocious beast he hunts. Now the Night Alpha has come for my people in retaliation for my father’s hunt. He is to slaughter us all if the moon hadn’t intervened and cast me the fated half of the bastard. I’ve always been a lover of the dark, but something about the darkness he’s made of gives aid to my nightmares. Will I survive? Or is this an end like I’ve predicted?