Wraith Folklore Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

“It’s not just the world crumbling. It’s... waking up.” From above, the clouds churned unnaturally fast, spiraling around a point directly above the Watcher’s Citadel, the place they'd sworn never to return to. And yet here they were, drawn like threads back to the center of the curse. A shriek cut the air, not human, not animal, something worse. Cael looked toward the ridge. “They’re coming through,” he muttered. “Already.” The first of the wraithkind spilled through the fracture: spindly creatures, taller than men but thinner than skeletons, their translucent skin barely concealing the black fire underneath. Their mouths were always open, but the sound came from inside them, as if the scre

CHAPTER 117: THE FEAST OF THE WRAITH The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a predator is never more dangerous than when it’s cornered, but a Wraith? A Wraith is a predator that has already lost everything, which means it has no fear of the dark.

He took a step forward— And the ground beneath them trembled. A deafening howl split the air, primal and enraged. Shadows shifted in the ruins below, moving unnaturally fast. Then, from the darkness, they emerged. Wraiths. Not quite werewolf, not quite human—twisted beings caught between forms, their bodies flickering as if reality struggled to contain them. Their eyes burned with unnatural fire, and their snarls carried the weight of the damned. Bram drew his blade. “I hate this place.” Freya’s daggers gleamed as she fell into a ready stance. “We hold our ground.”

The atmosphere was charged with a sense of melancholy as if the very essence of Nyxterra was steeped in sorrow and regret. Days turned into weeks as she scoured Nyxterra for any sign of Elias. Each clue led her deeper into the heart of the world, revealing more of its dark, enigmatic nature. She encountered strange beings—phantom-like figures that seemed to drift in and out of existence, their forms barely distinguishable from the shadows around them. Some were lost souls, wandering the void of Nyxterra with no memory of their past lives. Others seemed to be guardians of the realm, watching her with inscrutable eyes.

Just a little bit more of the exposure would not hurt so much. A few hours later, Sophia was carrying her injured body into the chambers of the alpha. She had been cleaning every single part of the pack's house for the last few hours including those of her peers. Her wound had stopped bleeding. However, the freshness of it still fired pain signals to her brain. The alpha's chamber was situated beyond three frontiers of powerful security in the palace. The story of the mystical vault was not far from reach. It was a rather common myth that has circulated through the members of the pack as far as she can remember. The story had it that the vault was built by one of the ancestral alphas and is

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”