Wraiths Novels & Stories

I didn't want to spook Mateo and Suzanne, and since they couldn't see them, they would only think I was going mad. "We are the wraiths, the spirits of the dead whose lives were cut short. We bear a deep grudge and seek vengeance," the wraiths answered. "Vengeance against who?" I demanded. "Against those who took our lives unjustly, making us live as wraiths and harbor hate." "Why come to me then?" I inquired. "Because you have the power we need to unleash destruction on our enemies and their descendants. You will give us the vengeance we seek," they said firmly.

Wolves writhed on the ground, some half-shifted and unable to return, their cries a broken chorus against the night. Above them all loomed the moon—blackened, cracked, bleeding crimson fire across the sky. From that cursed light descended the Eclipse Wraiths, half-shadow, half-wolf creatures that moved like smoke yet struck like steel. Their silver eyes burned with unnatural hunger, their jaws dripping black ichor as they swarmed.

Lucian replied grimly, stepping forward. The shadows began to take shape, humanoid figures emerging from the trees. Their forms were fluid, shifting like smoke, but their eyes burned with an eerie blue light. They moved soundlessly, circling the trio with an unsettling grace. “What are they?” Aria asked, her voice shaking despite her best efforts to remain calm. “Wraiths,” Lucian said, his voice steady. “Guardians of the forest. They don’t take kindly to trespassers.” Kael tightened his grip on his sword. “Any chance they’ll listen to reason?”

I moan in terror and agony, my hand slapping over my mouth as I reach for Anton, wanting to cling to him – wanting his support – The wraiths find what they’re looking for at last and grab onto it, shaking Anna as they set her soul free, pulling it forth – grey and insubstantial – from her body. The body itself falls to the ground in a heap, a dead husk, as the wraiths continue to swarm around her immortal soul. She continues to cry, sobbing and looking down at her body, as the wraiths pull her towards that black door in the center of the room.

I smiled to myself, “I almost forgot about them.” The Alliance is something my grandma Abby started before she was even pregnant with my Uncle Nico and Grandma Ashina. It’s an alliance between the werewolf species and almost every other species known. It started with White Witches and Dragons. Now it also includes Demons, Angels, Weresnakes, Weregators, Werecats, Werebears, Werehawks, Fairies, Fae, Mermaids, Centaurs, and now Dark Witches. It’s a huge alliance that has resulted in mixed species mates and their children, hybrids. Members of the alliance help one another in times of crisis or war. The alliance was involved in a huge war that resulted in my mom losing almost all of one of her k

Malachi, pointing at the dark figure, countered, "But first, we need to understand who or what that is. It's unlike any being we've encountered." The figure, sensing their confusion, chuckled, its voice deep and echoing, "I am the Nexus Wraith, the embodiment of discarded and forgotten realms. You've given me an opening, and I intend to claim it." Elysia, ever the warrior, stepped forward, challenging, "We won't let you destabilize the balance we've fought so hard to maintain." The Wraith, amused, retorted, "Balance? By restoring one, you've beckoned many. Your intentions, noble as they may be, have consequences."

Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence. "Ezra William" Selina didn't care anymore. She looked at the wolf beside her and called out a familiar name. That black-haired wolf was indeed Ezra William. It understood and leaned forward to let Selina climb up and sit on her back. Ezra commanded the remaining two wolves, "You two should dispose of her body." The other two Wolves received the order and transformed into a human to quickly clean up the body. The two wolves had now turned into two highly handsome men.

Junior asked me curiously. I gazed at him knowing if I should tell the truth I would be in danger. He and everyone would think I'm a witch and I would be burned alive. Bazaar believes werewolves were caused by witches somehow awakening a very dark vicious animal spirit to take over man's soul that's why a werewolf is able to shift within a human form. He believes that the evil spirits had managed to create more creatures like him in populating the world just like us humans and other animals. "You should be happy I fought hard to escape because I could have died!" I shouted at him hiding the truth that it was the blood-eye wolf who had saved me.

Hello again, guys! Like I said in my author's note, this book is a prequel to Wrenched. Underneath this note, I'll attach a little synopsis to it, so we could have an idea of what the book would be about. I would appreciate your reviews and comments like you always do. Please enjoy! WRENCHED: THE OUTSET OF THE STORY. SYNOPSIS Two friends walk the spheres of life together and are bound by common interests and ambition to be successful at a young age. They are like brothers and would do anything for one another.

Suddenly a smaller one ran from beyond the treeline. The creatures had pale gray skin with black eyes. They wore dried animal skin. The taller one wore it around its lower half like a skirt and the smaller one like a dress. They had large thick muscles running all over their bodies, it would take a really sharp blade to even cut their skin. "Tristan, what do we do," Trix yelled as the giants began to circled them. Tristan glanced at both the creatures. "I was hoping you could tell me," he yelled back.