Wraith Folklore Novels & Stories

Kaelen rasped, his mechanical exoskeleton groaning as the red fog began to corrode the titanium plates. ​From the dark waters of the bay, the first of the Blood-Wraiths emerged. They weren't shifters, and they weren't machines. They were spindly, multi-limbed horrors made of a dark, oily substance that seemed to absorb the light around them. They didn't have eyes; they had "Scent-Slits" that pulsed with a red, bioluminescent glow. ​"They're not hunting us for our Resonance," Maya said, her golden-white aura flickering as she raised a shield. "They're hunting us for the 'Zero-Variable.' They’re scavengers of the 'New-Evolution'."

’ the man’s voice was not more than a whisper. ‘He was moving fast, like one moment he was here and in the blink of an eye he would be on the other corner of the room, and he doesn’t run, he spins’ Cecilia answered to him. They were all strongly trying to deny and not accept the fact about South Hills Pack but as they were connecting the dots, it was forcing them to accept no matter how sour and cruel it looked to them. ‘Lilith is White Wolf, and she is also Alpha, and calling her Alpha was the boy who has ability to spin and move fast, something we ordinary wolf do not have’ man murmured, witches exchanged glances with each other. They got scared watching how his face twisted.

The ground cracked beneath us, the wind howled, and from the shadows— They came. Misted creatures. Fog-like wraiths with no eyes but endless mouths. Twisted limbs. Long, dragging claws. Things that shouldn't exist in any era of life or death. Creatures born from ancient curses and trapped spells. This forest was their tomb, and we had disturbed it. But I didn't care. They wanted Kyla? They could try. They could die trying.

The witch— who seemed to be Caleb’s lover—stood frozen, her eyes brimming with fear as Eric questioned her, but even his calm tone wasn’t enough to settle the crowd. I clenched my jaw, my heart thudding harder against my ribs. Beck leaned in, his voice hushed but tight. “What the hell do they mean ‘not again’? People have gone missing before?” Lloyd’s gaze darkened. “Seems like it. ” My throat felt dry. “It’s the wraiths,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. Beck blinked. “You think so?” I nodded.

she said softly while biting her bottom lip. “Why did I get that pain?” “The child is gaining its gifts while inside your womb and you're feeling it because you're the mommy,” she explained compassionately. “Don't allow ANYONE to drink your blood, or they will know,” she warned, and I nodded slowly. “Like Jaxon did?” She smiled at me and then patted my cheek before telling me how happy she was. “So what gifts do druid wolves possess other than a high sex drive?” I asked.

I understood that vaguely from what Principal Adaeze told me but understanding it and seeing it are two completely different things. It is more like a city that someone put a roof over and called a school. The corridors connect to courtyards that open into training grounds that lead to whole separate buildings, all of it in the same ancient stone, all of it lit by a combination of actual torches and something that glows without any visible source. I have to admit though. This place is beautiful... She tells me Aethon has existed for over four hundred years. It was built as a place where supernatural bloodlines could train, develop their abilities, and exist without the complications of hidin

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

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.

“I thought she was dead.” “Most of us did,” Rhett replied. Stormhollow wolves around the courtyard had gone quiet, the tension rolling through them like a sudden storm front. I felt it too. Sable Mirehart wasn’t just another rogue wolf. She had been Stormhollow. One of ours. Stormborn like me, carrying the rare strain of wolf magic that bound directly to the elemental wind currents surrounding our territory. Years ago, she had disappeared during a border conflict with Interregnum scouts.

he said, urgency returning to his tone. Sasha helped him to his feet, his weight leaning heavily on her as they stumbled into the dense forest. The towering trees stretched high above them, their twisted branches blotting out the faint moonlight. Each shadow seemed alive, shifting unnaturally as if watching their every move. “Ethan, what was that thing back there?” Sasha asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ethan hesitated, his jaw tightening. “It’s called a Wraithlord,” he said finally. “An ancient entity tied to the darkest parts of the forest. It feeds on fear, on pain. And it doesn’t let its prey go easily.”