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.

"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.

“I just want to go back home. Ok, I’ve found what I’m looking for – Danshak a.k.a Devon is my fated mate, he wasn’t lying about that. The painting in his gallery is his memory of meeting me a.k.a Edvana, here. What else did I miss?” Did Nikjin eventually win this war and become the supreme leader of the werewolves? Oh well, she didn’t have the answer to that question because until coming here, she had never heard of anyone named Nikjin Whitehound. Only Vak Smallchief is known as their original werewolf ancestor, so where does that leave Nikjin the villain? Does that mean that he did not succeed in overthrowing Vak, or why else was he never mentioned as part of their werewolf ancestors? Did V

She’s using her own blood as ink. “Saphra,” I say. She doesn’t react or flinch. Doesn’t even pause. Her fingers trace another curve against the wall, smearing red into a pattern that makes my stomach tighten. I’ve seen that shape before. Years ago. In a crumbling text buried in the royal archives, an old compilation of pack folklore and forbidden rites. Wards.... Protection sigils.... Binding marks..... Ancient warnings against dark spirits that prowl between battlefields. Knowledge no common servant should possess.

"Not planning a forest adventure, are you?" "Just looking," Lydia assured him. "Vanessa told me about it, and I was curious." Mason nodded, turning to face the forest alongside her. "It is a pretty mysterious place. Lots of legends surrounding it." "Yeah, I have heard some of them." “The Wraithwood has a way of drawing people in," he said quietly. "Makes them curious just like you are right now." Lydia hesitated. "Just trying to understand this place better." Mason studied her for a moment, then turned back to the forest. "The Wraithwood has been here longer than LuxeMount. Some say it is even older than werewolves themselves."

The mere idea that the eerie presence tailing me wasn't just some figment of imagination, but a malevolent entity—a wraith—sent chills down my spine. "Wraiths aren't just any shadows, they're much more than that." His voice, grave and weighted with concern, narrated the sinister nature of this creature. "They are born from the anguish of tortured souls, driven by an insatiable thirst for retribution against those who had wronged it. Since souls, for a better lack for words, can't hold memories…wraiths wait around dark alleys and areas shrouded by darkness, to feed upon the souls of those they deem as threats. In this case, the wraiths have decided to target you for some reason."