Wraiths Novels & Stories

King yelled in a voice that sounded so strong and sure. Then a large clawed hand clutched at the portal in the floor. If I had a heart that still needed to beat, it would have stopped. The hand pulled itself up and out, and then tentacles waved from the portal, not touching my son but trying to climb out, trying to escape the Underworld. The Wraiths! If they escaped the Underworld, they would possess humans. They would possess all of us. Alexis raised his other hand and threw a stream of power at the Wraith, a devil dog as big as the largest Hybrid Wolf, its yellow eyes glaring hungrily as saliva dripped from its oversized teeth.

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

“I, Talia—what’s your last name?” “I, Talia Wyatt,” I said. “Hereby solemnly pledge.” “Hereby solemnly pledge.” “My loyalty and allegiance to the Midnight Maple Pack.” “My loyalty and allegiance to the Midnight Maple Pack.” “And Alpha Blake Wulfric.” “And Alpha Blake Wulfric.” After his last name left my mouth, I felt a connection within me snap into place and a tethering to Blake. Once the feeling passed, we separated our hands.

"Because if I'm going into a room full of monsters who view me as a steak dinner, I'd rather not go in looking like an offering." Paoli chuckled. “Does the meaning really matter?” “It does to me,” she said stubbornly. “All right, then," Paoli surrendered with a sigh. "Mortals wear white to signify they're pure. Vampires wear red to signify the blood, and werewolves wear black to signify the night.” She looked at William with the slightest teasing sparkle in her eyes. “Do you wear stripes, then?” she smirked. William chuckled slightly. “I wear gray.”

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

One zombie lay sprawled on the hood of a sedan, greedily gnawing on a human leg. "Ah!" Julian's legs gave out as he screamed and he fell to the floor, scrambling backward in panic. "Julian? What's going on?" Jessica woke up with a start and came out in a robe. When she followed Julian's gaze and looked out the window, she let out an even sharper scream. Then something even worse happened. As the city's power grid and water system collapsed, the lights in the penthouse flickered a few times before going out. "Why is the power out?" Jessica ran to the kitchen in a panic and turned on the faucet.

The wraiths emerged like ghosts from the white. Twisted silhouettes of frost and hunger, they glided across the snow without disturbing it, their faces voids of jagged teeth and hollow light. Their cries sounded like wind through a dying forest haunting, broken. Elizabeth didn’t hesitate. She ignited her hands with golden flame, the heat pushing back the cold as she stepped forward. “Shield the twins!” she called out. Lucian moved in tandem, his sword already slicing through the first creature that lunged toward them. Nightbane howled with impact, severing the wraith in two but it reformed almost instantly, tendrils of mist snapping it back together.

He had two knives in his hands now and before Slither could even blink, Jake stabbed each knife into his shoulders. “Any last words, Slither?” “Who the fuck are you?” Slither asked him with a grimace. “Wrath.” Jake pulled the knives from his shoulders and turned the blades, swiping them across Slither’s throat. Blood sprayed over Jake’s face, and when he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless. He walked past Weasel, back in the direction of where they left the van, and Weasel jogged to catch up with him. Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.

a painful whisper came out of him I am afraid , I am afraid you will go without telling you anything, I am afraid you will go without knowing that you are many things to me, I am afraid I will miss telling you I like your smile, I like your face, I like the way you dress, I like your stance, your walk, The way you speak, I like your tension that we share, your laughter, your height, I like you. “What are you doing?” Maya cried when she saw a herd of virus stabbing her daughter in the waist, and the concerned person widened her lips when she heard the screams of her Mate from under the ground. She grabbed her waist in pain, what could she do when she couldn't turn like any other werewolf? May

The thing in the shadows screamed. It wasn’t a sound meant for ears—it was bone grinding on stone, glass breaking inside Avery’s skull. They clutched their head, staggering back as the Veil itself shivered. A claw pushed through the cracked air, long and jagged, dripping black smoke. Then another. The beast’s head followed, stretching from nothing, stitched from shadow and teeth. Avery froze. “What—what is that?” “A Wraith,” the reaper said, voice like iron. They spun their scythe into both hands. “Predators. Feed on the ones you let slip.”