Wraith Folklore Novels & Stories

She exhaled deeply and said, “I am knowledgeable about a little but not the entirety. I also have been ordered not to mention anything until it is known for certain.” Frowning, I stabbed the pieces of meat in aggravation. “Tell me, I should be told if it involves me and you are MY wolf! I don't appreciate being left in the dark,” I thought sternly, causing her to snicker. “Fine brat, do you know about the Lithuanian Goddess Medeina?” Narrowing my eyes, I muttered, “She is a forest Goddess to the hunters and warriors. She is said to be a beautiful woman with a white she-wolf and is said to be a bit demonic.”

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

A basic graduate degree seemed to carry very little weight among these wolves. Thalia waved her clawed hand dismissively, letting out a sharp bark of laughter. "Let them stack their academic scrolls until they touch the timber rafters; not a single one of those scholars could map half the runic paths your mind commands. Your wolf is Nighthowl’s absolute secret weapon!" The Wraithfang Recon Unit blueprints my mind had calculated five winters past had already paralyzed the rival borders.

I pat his knee, “It’s not your fault, I think the magic was just able to grow over the centuries it’s been here. It was sentient almost, and didn’t want me to have any claim on Brax.” Brax’s face pales as he watches me. “I did this?” “No, tattoos, you didn’t. The spirits within the land did.” I sigh, the healing magic warming through my body. “The forest here is very old. She will protect us now.” “Yeah… guys…” Rhett says again, " I don’t think we need to worry about that right now. I think we have bigger problems ahead of us.” “Like what?” I ask, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Do you think you’ve found anything useful?" Brian nodded slowly. "I’ve come across some references to an ancient entity known as the Shadow Wraith. It’s a creature from old legends, said to feed on fear and despair. According to the stories, it was imprisoned long ago by a powerful sorcerer who managed to bind it using a series of enchanted symbols. The legends say that if the symbols are disturbed or weakened, the Shadow Wraith could break free and wreak havoc." Marinetta’s eyes widened as she listened. "That sounds like what we saw in the ruins. Do you think it’s possible that the Shadow Wraith is what we’re dealing with?"

[Elara's POV] [Lost her memory of past few days] I backed away as the creature launched its attack. Clutching the sword from the temple, I struck at it, but the blade passed through its misty fog as if it were nothing. I knew it wasn’t my mother. The Echo Wraith always appeared as a familiar face—a loved one, a long-lost friend, or a figure from the victim’s past—only to grotesquely distort and morph into a disturbing mask of anguish or malevolence. The expressions on its face are exaggerated and twisted, reflecting the lies and deceit it preys upon. One moment it might seem sorrowful, and the next, it could sneer with malevolence. Its misty form occasionally shimmers with an eerie glow that

He crunched down and tilted his head to a side, then pointed inside and murmured: “You draw another symbol, though. This one is known for a pup.” Oh. So the symbol is two mixed up? “The wrafter is a ghost-like creature that can only be seen by the person that controls them and only obeys her/his orders. Wrafter is rare and powerful. Frankly, I have never met one before, so I only know very little of this.” He raised his eyes to meet mine and stood up while explaining. Why would I see a symbol of it? What’s the meaning behind it? “So they are like the magical creature as vampires and werewolves?”

Its body was wrapped in black robes, face hidden beneath a cracked porcelain mask with runes etched into its surface. I froze. Another emerged from behind it. And another. There were four in total. Wraiths. Bound spirits twisted by dark magic. Bryan stepped in front of me. “Stay behind me,” he muttered, his voice suddenly colder than the air itself. One of the wraiths raised its hand, and the fog hissed, curling upward like smoke from a fire. The runes on its mask glowed a deep crimson. “Don’t let them chant,” Bryan growled.

Arthur says, patting the books Ryatt just placed on the table. “Myths and legends aren’t proof,” Ryatt argues, but Arthur shakes his head. “Eastonia and Crescent Falls have long been considered the cradle of the wolf kind, yes, and while our history spans thousands of years, there’s a lot we don’t know about the time before the Firestone witches. Misty can attest to that,” Arthur remarks, cracking open one of the books and blowing the dust from the pages. “Anything before the dawn of the Firestones is lost to time, I’m afraid, but their own legends and folktales were passed down through the generations, stories about immortal beings with fangs–vampires–who require blood to survive. And… faer

Noah came up sooner, and the two of them stood side by side, staring at the starry sky. "They are coming," Noah said in a deep worried voice, his cheerfulness have disappeared suddenly. "Who?" Pascal asked in confusion, Noah glanced at him "your past?" Pascal's face fell, and Noah continued "the people you remember will keep returning, till all of them awaken, who do you remember recently?" Pascal furrowed his eyebrows, and the person he remembered was Galore, the vampire with four arms, he is known for killing innocent humans and werewolves.