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she pleaded as Jake grunted before snapping his hips, causing Ashley to gasp as she held onto his wrist. "Yes! Please, please don't stop?!" Ashley screamed as Jake continued to ram into her. The sheets beneath shifted with their movements as Ashley wrapped her legs around Jake's torso. The room grew hotter and hotter as Ashley found it more difficult to breathe. The excitement, the lust was becoming too overwhelming that tears began streaming down her face.

“These are shadow wraiths. They’re dangerous and can manipulate the shadows around us. We need to be careful.” The first encounter with the wraiths was swift and brutal. The wraiths attacked with a ferocity that took them by surprise, their shadowy forms making them difficult to track. Allan’s shadows clashed with the wraiths, creating an intense battle of dark forces. Kai wielded his powers with precision, his attacks cutting through the wraiths. Elysia’s magic provided support, creating barriers to protect them from the wraiths’ assaults. The team worked in unison, their bond and training evident in their coordinated efforts.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

Lucas's voice was a ragged growl, his elongated canines scraping against my neck, ready to sink in and mark me. Alexander was even more direct. He was tearing at my nightgown, his searing hands roaming my body with an undeniable, suffocating possessiveness. "Don't move, good girl. Open your legs. Take your Alphas..." The phantom pain of being torn apart in my past life surged through me. I didn't melt or soothe them like I did before. Instead, I summoned the unique spiritual gift of the White Wolf. "Sleep." A massive wave of psychic energy slammed into their lust-addled brains.

he whispered weakly. "Of course it is." "You're not... You are not going to brand me, are you?" Natzy's expression stayed blank. "That's my signature." The man's eyes filled with terror as she turned toward the fire. She reached into the flames and pulled out the dagger, now glowing red-hot. "No, no, please!" he screamed. Natzy walked closer until the heat of the blade touched his skin. "So, shall we begin?" she asked softly, then raised the dagger, and then...

A sudden, freezing drop in temperature hit the back of Amora’s neck. High above, clinging to the shadows of the crumbling ceiling like a massive, skeletal spider, Katherine the Wraith materialized. Her white silk dress was completely shredded, her gray skin covered in fresh, black slime that dripped downward like liquid poison. Her completely black, ink-filled eyes locked onto Amora’s radiant, unprotected back. Xavier’s distraction in the forest had failed, or perhaps she had simply ignored him to hunt the ultimate prize.

“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.”

No magic in hand. The fire crackled louder, casting dancing shadows over the stranger’s cloak. “Hold,” Valen said softly, a hand raised to keep Thalen and Aric from lunging. His eyes narrowed, his voice steel. “Show your face.” The figure paused just at the edge of the firelight. Then, slowly, she lifted her hood. Gasps broke across the camp like a ripple through water. It was the Wraith. I rose to my feet like the others, the fire cracking loudly in the silence that followed. We all just… stared.

“I’m not going to kill him, Darius. I’m going to remind him. Remind him who I was. Who I am. I want him to look me in the eye and remember. And then I want him to fear.” As she turned toward the mirror to fix her lipstick, Darius added in a low voice, “You said you’d call in someone worse than Kain.” “I will,” Valeria murmured. “Someone even I fear. He’s not a mercenary. He’s a phantom. They call him Wraith. He disappears like smoke and leaves only death behind. He owes me a favor.” Darius tilted his head. “And Bain?” “He won’t see it coming.” Later that evening…

“The one hidden behind the Benedetti sigil. It says a willing heir must choose death for the line to break.” I stepped forward. “You’re not dying for anyone.” “But what if I’m the lock and the price?” “No,” I growled. “I’ve bled too much. Burned too long. No one else dies for my war.” Her folded her arms. “It’s not just about you anymore.” She stared hard at me. ~~~~~~~~~~ By dawn, the strike team had arrived—silent shadows from a past most men had forgotten. They were the invisible Wraiths. Once called ghosts. Now summoned back to erase history’s mistake.