Wraiths Novels & Stories

Then, she sighed, a long, drawn-out breath that seemed to carry all the weight of the knowledge she was about to share. “A wraith is the result of a death left unfinished, unresolved,” Alice began, her voice soft but tinged with something dark. “It’s a spirit, yes, but not the kind you might think. It’s not a simple ghost. A wraith is born from agony—pure, uncontrollable anger and resentment. When someone dies in such a way, with so much hatred and pain in their heart, they don’t just fade away. They linger. They transform into something... else.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

“Focus on keeping him alive. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Sasha’s hands clenched into fists, but before she could respond, a low growl rumbled through the trees. Ethan froze, his senses heightened. “We’re not alone,” he said, his voice a whisper. The growling grew louder, and suddenly, shadowy figures emerged from the trees. Their eyes glowed with the same eerie light as Kael’s, their movements unnervingly fluid. “Wraiths,” Kael said, his voice devoid of emotion. “They’re drawn to the Hollow’s energy. And they’re hungry.”

They moved unnaturally, their twisted limbs jerking as they surrounded the group. “More creatures?” Anna asked, her voice trembling. “No,” Logan said, his expression grim. “Worse. These are wraiths. They’re fast and relentless.” .

At Holcomb Bridge, His father had taught him about the secrets of his ancestors that no one knew about. People knew they had unimaginable strength as Nati's blessed, but never knew the secret of all their victories. The first secret was the wraith army, if a Nayak king was driven to a corner, with defeat flashing through his eyes. He can take Nati's bow and a golden arrow and shoot it into the sky, Nati's army would respond to him and fight the war with him. The soldiers of this army are wraiths, they look like normal Nayaki soldiers but they are undead, they match the strength of the king and they cannot be killed.

I say, pushing the final sheet, which now contains full sentences that I had been working on, towards her. She leans down, frowning as she reads the heading. This was a language long forgotten… and although there are still parts of the passage that are too damaged to read, or simply not fully readable, it makes sense overall. “Shadow Wraiths…” Her heart thunders as she scans the page. “Shadow wraiths are subspecies of the wraith family… What on earth… they don’t exist.” “Are you sure?” I ask, sitting back and looking up at her.

"Ravi, wake up. I'm here." Ravi struggled to open his heavy eyelids, and the first thing he saw was a dark shadow behind Raymond, partially obscuring the light entering his vision. He blinked slowly, realizing it wasn't just a shadow but a pair of black wings stretching out behind Raymond. The black wings enveloped them both as if shielding them from the frightening specter that had just emerged in his mind. "Ravi, it's me." Raymond pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose as Ravi remained unresponsive.

BLAKE Alpha Antoine’s and my troops appeared, sprinting to congregate. Suddenly darts began raining on us. They were fighting dirty. It was also completely reckless. Part of the reason werewolves didn’t use weapons was the risk for friendly fire was too high. Unless you were close enough to someone to smell the pack they were from, it was close to impossible to differentiate between friend and enemy, with the coloring of a wolf’s fur almost never being indicative of the pack they were from. Before I could fully process the situation, sharp flashes of pain pulsed through my body, one after another. My pack members were falling. Fucking cowards couldn’t even fight us the right way. I took the

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.

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