Wraith Folklore 소설 & 이야기

“In some places, no king’s order matters at all. There are exiles, raiders, oathbreakers, half-breeds, hunters, old cults, desperate families, creatures clever enough to speak and hungry enough to lie. Some hate the crowns. Some sell information to all three. Some kneel to whoever brings food. Some pretend neutrality while serving wraiths.” The last word seemed to move differently through the van. Wraiths. Astrid sat up straighter. I felt Ronan’s attention sharpen. Keiran’s silence changed too. Spiro noticed. Good. He probably meant us to. “You mentioned wraith lands,” I said. His gaze shifted to me. “Yes,” Spiro answered. “What are they?” I asked. “The places you do not enter,” Spiro replie

“wraith and revenant. they’re what, six weeks old? and already the healers say they’re shifting in their sleep. tiny furballs with gold eyes and violet ones, growling at shadows.” Rhea drained her tankard, set it down with a clunk. “i held wraith last night during the watch. she latched on that rag doll like it was a throat. little demon’s got her mother’s fire.” Kaelin leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice dropping. “and revenant? he quiets when you hum the old ironfang dirge. like he knows his father’s voice in it somewhere.” Serna swallowed hard, the lump in her throat tasting like ash. “they’re the only reason we’re still here, you know that? every time i swing this hammer, i see their

“The Wendrah.” The name dropped into the room like a corpse. Maddox muttered a curse and reached for his drink again. Maela paled. “Tell them,” I said. My voice was low. Careful. Lira moved to the fire, holding the bone talisman above the flames. Shadows danced across her face as she spoke. “The Wendrah was once wolfborn - a guardian spirit of the old clans. But it was corrupted. Twisted by blood magic and grief, it learned to feed on power. Especially the power carried by those of the royal lines.”

“Worse.” Before she could demand what that meant, the wind shifted—then split with a howl so unnatural it curdled the air. It wasn’t animal. It wasn’t spirit. It was pain given voice. Grief. Hunger. Rage. A sound stitched together from nightmares. The trees shook violently. Somewhere, birds took flight—then dropped dead mid-air. Kaelen’s expression turned grim. “Wraith-hounds. Dren’s summoned them.” Lyra’s stomach twisted violently.

A chill ran through me. "Wraiths were created through forbidden Lunae rituals centuries ago. Souls fused with corrupted magic. They were destroyed long ago." The creature nodded "Excellent history lesson." My wolf growled. The Wraith's smile vanished instantly, then its gaze returned to me. "The heir belongs to us." The moment it said those words, every brother moved. Percy stepped forward. Darren moved beside him. Ken shifted slightly in front of me. the wraith smiled again. "You love her."

“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.”

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."

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

Then I trek back to the library. Hours later, I swallow down the hollowness in my throat. I knew all about the fables of wraiths. How they were spirits in-between worlds or in other words, spirits that had recently died. I guessed my uncle fed on magic and souls to keep from crossing over to the other side. But there isn't any information online or in the library that says how to kill one. The wraith had taken my mom and dad from me and now my aunt. There is no way I will stop until I avenge their deaths.