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Everything I had tried to bury, everything the Rift had sensed and stored over the centuries, coalescing into one dark, watchful pulse. A sudden shift in the shadows drew my eyes. The Wraiths appeared, not in swarms this time but individually, tall and thin with translucent bodies that bent the light of the silver veins into fractured specters. Their eyes glowed faintly, observing, judging, waiting. “Do not falter,” Cael whispered. “They feel fear. They feed on hesitation.” I took a step forward, feeling Auren’s hand on my lower back, steadying, urging. Cael’s gaze bore into mine, molten silver, burning away the remnants of doubt. Together, we approached the pedestal.

just kidding. His first wince comes out as a muffled whisper, followed by a louder one. I turn to look at him in design and I notice that he's sweating. He's already on his feet, heading towards me. My eyes rest on his crotch which is already swollen. And I panic... His eyes are already red with lust and I'm sure hell is about to break loose. “Sandra...you're beautiful!” Really now? “Sir!” I gasp. “Can I help you?”

The snow fell light outside. I was Killian Wolfe. Warborn. Alpha. No one questioned or disobeyed me but she did. She didn’t cry when I rejected her. She didn’t beg. She looked at me like I was nothing. I turned away from the window and reached for the glass of wine on the table, I downed it in one goal. The burn in my throat didn’t help. I gripped the glass harder and it cracked. I needed to bury her. Not her body. The memory.

I cried out, my hands wrapping around his scarred skin; the next thrust was harder, and the sound that came from me was a tangle between a moan and a whimper. He paused, just for a few seconds, before going again, this time slower, and then again and again, till I was crying out his name, till I shook with my release, taking him with me. We were both covered in sweat, and I was sore—so sore that even the slightest movement hurt—but it was far better than I’d ever imagined. I had no experience to compare it to, but I had no doubt that Wraith was better than most. He looked down, and a smirk played on his lips. “Virgin blood scents the best.” He commented, and it took me a moment to realize wh

At Holcomb Bridge, His father had taught him about the secrets of his ancestors that no one knew about. People knew they had unimaginable strength as Nati's blessed, but never knew the secret of all their victories. The first secret was the wraith army, if a Nayak king was driven to a corner, with defeat flashing through his eyes. He can take Nati's bow and a golden arrow and shoot it into the sky, Nati's army would respond to him and fight the war with him. The soldiers of this army are wraiths, they look like normal Nayaki soldiers but they are undead, they match the strength of the king and they cannot be killed.

Then, she sighed, a long, drawn-out breath that seemed to carry all the weight of the knowledge she was about to share. “A wraith is the result of a death left unfinished, unresolved,” Alice began, her voice soft but tinged with something dark. “It’s a spirit, yes, but not the kind you might think. It’s not a simple ghost. A wraith is born from agony—pure, uncontrollable anger and resentment. When someone dies in such a way, with so much hatred and pain in their heart, they don’t just fade away. They linger. They transform into something... else.”

She needs her head in the game if she doesn't want to land her ass in jail along Maddy and Emily. Nathan was her past, a past that she can't include in her future because she was afraid of commitment. Jes had just learned to fly she doesn't want a relationship to clip her wings~ ****** NEW BOOK CHASED BY A DRAGON KING Beware of the Ruler Of The Skies~ He can turn your bones into Ashes with the Moondust that he holds in his lungs and fire in his eyes. The descendants of the Gods, the King of the Dragons~ Females melt just by his single brilliantly blazing gaze but the heart of the King Of Dragons had always sought a female he did not know the name of.

They weren't hunting for meat: they were hunting for the heat we carried in our marrow. "Leo, Cinder! Take the rear ramp!" Killian commanded, his voice a roar that vibrated the floorboards. The two heirs of fire and stone moved with perfect synchronization. Cinder, her copper skin glowing with the Tempered Flame Maya had gifted her, led the charge. As she hit the snow, she released a burst of thermal energy that turned the black ice into a localized steam cloud. It was the "Fire" that created the opening, making the Wraiths brittle and slow. Following a split-second behind her, Leo lunged in his massive charcoal-grey form. He didn't use teeth; he used the kinetic force of his quartz-plated p

“The Wraith... it's in pieces!” Thorne's golden eyes sparkled. "The pieces..." Everything... It is falling apart because of how strong she is!"" I looked into Draven's dark blue eyes. The Wraith will try one last trick, even though you are bound to the moon. It will attack you physically and test your heart, soul, and everything you hold dear.

The mere idea that the eerie presence tailing me wasn't just some figment of imagination, but a malevolent entity—a wraith—sent chills down my spine. "Wraiths aren't just any shadows, they're much more than that." His voice, grave and weighted with concern, narrated the sinister nature of this creature. "They are born from the anguish of tortured souls, driven by an insatiable thirst for retribution against those who had wronged it. Since souls, for a better lack for words, can't hold memories…wraiths wait around dark alleys and areas shrouded by darkness, to feed upon the souls of those they deem as threats. In this case, the wraiths have decided to target you for some reason."