Wraiths Novels & Stories

“Worse.” Before she could demand what that meant, the wind shifted—then split with a howl so unnatural it curdled the air. It wasn’t animal. It wasn’t spirit. It was pain given voice. Grief. Hunger. Rage. A sound stitched together from nightmares. The trees shook violently. Somewhere, birds took flight—then dropped dead mid-air. Kaelen’s expression turned grim. “Wraith-hounds. Dren’s summoned them.” Lyra’s stomach twisted violently.

“The legions, the thing that bit Zeph was one of them. I called it wraith because I wanted it to sound so ugly, but someone is controlling them, and that’s what we’ve been meaning to find out.” “A wraith as in like a ghost?” “Yes,” she replied. “But it’s more than that. They are legions of demons, demonic elements, a fear-inducing evil, but they can possess bodies. My guess is they prefer werewolves because they’re fast and in wolf form, they’re stronger.” “She’s right,” Ren said. “Wolves with void eyes and dark faces.” “Wraiths are like black smoke and move in the dark. My problem is, I’m not that strong at night.”

Mason and Madison, sensing my excitement, looked up at me curiously, their innocent eyes wide with wonder. Matthias approached us with open arms, enveloping me in a warm and comforting embrace. It felt like a reunion of souls, a connection that transcended time and distance. As he released me from his embrace, his gaze shifted to the two curious faces beside me—my precious twins. "Jessica, it's been too long," he said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "And these must be the little miracles I've heard so much about." Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight.

A shadow looms over me and Gwen lets out a muffled shriek. I spun, my magic zapping along my palms. I expect to see the vampires that Zane has recruited. Instead, it's an inky blackness that undulates in front of me. Taking a step back, I stumble as the thing drifts closer to me. "What is that?" my voice cracks. "It's a wraith." I'd vaguely heard of those, but why was Gwen so terrified of it? She had faced down half a dozen vampire ghosts, but trembles and backs away from this thing.

My brows lowered and I felt my face harden with hatred. His dark lashes lifted as he opened his eyes, hitching his chin in challenge to stare down his nose at me. “Tell me no, Saria. See if you can leave the wraiths and save yourself. See how the nights treat you when you wonder what is happening to those that are left...Knowing you have the power to save them all.” I glared at him. My gaze roving a face which was so handsome, yet so capable of cruelty.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

“She is My Lord,” Crystal stretched out her hand, and a chain made out of Chaos was conjured from her hands and latched onto the chains binding the Wraith. The eyes of the Wraith were filled with hatred, and she stared at Crystal intently, as though she could kill her with nothing but her gaze. And why wouldn’t she hate the one who trapped her; especially when she was so close to getting away.

The ones that can't enter Vernaden because what they have done. No one before me saw them it the flesh, let alone this close. The wraith wore armor that wasn't from this time period. I couldn't truly tell what time that was. The leader was riding a pure breed white stallion. The stallion's eyes were fiery red. The souls of the dead started leaving their bodies, dividing into two groups. The first one disappeared into the sky, while the second started changing into the wraiths so hideous that even the yalbals would be ashamed.

I called out, turning around. But they were gone. The ten thousand wolves had been funneled into different corridors. I was alone in a sapphire hall with Kaelen and Hala. "She’s separated the head from the body," Hala said, her staff tapping nervously. "She wants to see how the Queen fares without her choir." A sound echoed through the maze—the sound of claws on ice. But it wasn't the sound of one or two creatures. It was the sound of thousands. From the translucent walls, figures began to emerge. They were "Ice-Wraiths"—beings made of frozen mist and sharp, crystalline bones. They looked like the prisoners from the Silver Mines, but their faces were frozen in

"Why are you chasing me? Just let me go. I want to be done. I want the hurting to stop." "The hurting never stops, Aurelia Viremont. It molts…and grows teeth." The creature circled me, its body flowing like ink. "I have been trapped under these mines for a thousand years. I was waiting for a soul that tasted just like yours." "Like mine? I'm nothing. I'm a low-blood omega. Everyone told me that since the day I was born. I’m a mistake."