Hot Wraith Romane & Geschichten

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.

The sky burned blinding white, the game’s rendering engine struggling to process the sheer volume of particle effects flooding the zone. "Wraith! The absolute shield is regenerating!" Kara yelled over the squad comms. Her avatar, the rogue hacker known as Jinx, was glitching violently on a floating slab of debris. Her hands were a localized blur of motion as she cast disruption hexes, her fingertips trailing glowing green strings of raw code that lashed out to slow the boss's impenetrable defense matrix. "You have a three-second window before the wipe mechanic triggers! If we wipe now, we lose the twelve-hour progression!" Ren Walker—known to millions across the global leaderboards simply as

Savannah stays inside, her face pressed to the window, terror in her eyes. Talis fights like a storm, her alpha power blazing, but the second wraith’s strength overwhelms, its claws raking her back. She yelps, shifting back, blood pouring, but she stands, claws out, defiant. “Talis!” I roar, shifting to humans, grabbing the rifle, firing into the wraith’s eyes. It howls, retreating, but the first lunges at me, its weight crushing. Savannah bursts from the truck, a flare gun in hand, firing at the wraiths. Flames erupt on the first’s fur, its scream piercing as it flees into the woods. The second hesitates, then bolts after, their howls fading.

“Always.” The bond flared violently, white-hot and alive, forcing Kade back several steps. But outside the chamber, the Winter Wraith sensed the surge. Shadows twisted along the walls, black smoke curling from every corner, tendrils of darkness reaching for them with unrelenting hunger. Its silver eyes glowed, reflecting the fire of Lyra’s mark, as it slithered closer, moving with a speed that defied physics, hunting with precision. Kade snarled, frustration and obsession warping his aura. “This isn’t over,” he spat. “You’re mine, Ascendant. All of it belongs to me, and I will take it!”

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

At the center of the treeline, a figure stepped forward, black cloak billowing around him, the air thickening as he moved, darkness clinging to him like smoke. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver eyes glowing in the darkness, the cruel curve of his mouth sharp as a blade. The Wraith. He lifted his hand, and the wolves fell still, their growls dying into silence. His gaze swept over Shadowstorm’s defenses, the barricades, the warriors standing ready, the archers on the roofs, Thorne’s wolves standing shoulder to shoulder with Raven’s. Then his eyes found Raven. “You’ve built yourself quite the little kingdom,” The Wraith called, his voice carrying across the cold air, smooth and poisonous, too cal

The explosion sent a shockwave that shattered our windows into a million pieces. Looking at the leader's scarred face, absolute terror and burning hatred warred inside me. He was the monster who had torn me apart in my nightmare. The car doors flew open. Hudson and Jax didn't hesitate. Ice spikes and lightning bolts tore through the air as they fought back. But the Vipers didn't just have powers; they had heavy military artillery. "Argh!" Jax cried out as a stray bullet tore through his thigh, dropping him into a pool of his own blood.

My breasts tingle, my hands sizzle with the need to reach out and touch him. I don't know what he reads on my face but his eyes have gone cold again and his voice is even more intimidating. "Put down the cloth." I'm no good at following orders, never have been, especially those given by men. I have no idea why the cloth slips from my fingers and lands in the bowl. Dagger leans in and picks it up. His chest is inches from my eyes and his tats fill my vision. The ink appears prison-grade, but the artwork is intricate. A Grim Reaper stands over a crying woman holding a swaddled baby. The design weaves into swirls of flowers with branches that turn to thorns as they flow further out across his c

“His spirit’s journey obviously isn’t over… because we just had to have him subdued in our backyard and brought to the hospital wing to have his brain scrubbed by an ancient Greek goddess.” I wait patiently until Kas is ready to give me another update. She sighs in frustration and shakes her head. “Well, apparently, Wraith’s journey was supposed to be finished.” She rubs her hands together and looks around, trying to collect her thoughts. “BUT things got messed up when I liberated my sisters and refused a spot on Mount Olympus. He’s back because now that the Menae can have mates, they could also potentially have pups. Wraith handles werewolf lineage, and he has to be here on Earth for new bl