Hot Wraith Novels & Stories

I tell him, I start feeling hot, but not like in a sick way and I watch the Gods quirk up while the Goddesses widen their eyes. "I told you!" Hera says to Poseidon, "Too many dragon drops," "And it'll make her aroused?" He asked her as I shuffle on my feet "It would enhance a feeling she doesn't feel often or ever," Aphrodite tells him and I rock from my heels to my toes "Alright, see you guys later," Death picks me up putting me back over his shoulder "Be gentle," Demeter said Death snorts and snaps and we were back in his room. A whine leaves my lips as he puts me in his bed and I roll onto my stomach putting my hands under my thighs

I have made her as my will to live then days passed by and all I can feel is wrath. I thought it was because of what she’s done and all of the things that I’ve lost because of her but looking at her now, I’ve finally understand where’s my wrath is coming for. She abandoned me and I thought that she never loves me because she never seek me again. That’s where my wrath begins. I’ve loathed her for not loving me enough to find me and make peace with our relationship and when I had the chance to saw her again, I was just blinded by that fake wrath of everything that happened to us. I’ve blackmailed and manipulated her so that I will have her in my life again. It’s the only thing that I know how

Alec: In the thick of her heat Alpha, did you need something? Ares: We need to leave. How long has she been in heat? Alec: Since yesterday. Ares: Ari’s heat lasted 4 days. She is a gamma wolf, so her heat will probably start subsiding tomorrow or the next day, depending on her strength. Alec: I took the same classes you did Alpha. We are trying down here man. I’ll let you know. Ares: I know. Congrats! I have to pee, and Ari doesn’t look like she is waking anytime soon. She looks dead to the world practically. I slowly slid out of bed and used the bathroom. I shower and dress. I’m starving, so I know Ari has to be as well, whenever she wakes up.

Even without genuine life, the blood still pumped, and infection and disease still set in and ate away at flesh. 'I heard one of them screaming,' Nathaniel continued, unsure as to why he bothered writing anymore. 'Yelling that there were demons in the water, reaching up like the souls of the dead. I don't doubt him, especially when he jumped. The sounds of skin tearing and bones breaking were enough to prove it.' Even on these balmy days, he could feel a chill. There were eyes in the dark and wraiths lurking in the cold of the shadows. Some of the crew refused to enter certain rooms. The stories they told got back to him. Beasts and voices.

The other werewolf nodded and left the cell with the bucket. They made me face the wall and even tear the lower knee to ankle portion of my pants. The first whip made me close my eyes and my teeth gritted, I can feel the thorns scraping my skin. The cat is a whip with thorns or blades on each thong. After that, they take turns in whipping. They stopped for a while when the one with the bucket of salt water came in. I can feel my legs trembling and the blood dripping. That is when they splash another bucket of saltwater on me which reached my legs, making my scraped flesh sting.

A dozen. The Wraiths didn’t walk, they glided, their touch leaving frost on the ground. The pack fell back, growling low. Kael moved in front of me. “Stay behind me, Aria.” I swallowed hard. “You can’t fight them with steel.” “I can try.” He lunged at the nearest Wraith, blade flashing in a clean arc. The strike connected, and passed through like air. The creature turned, its mouth opening in a soundless scream that made the world itself shudder.

They looked like giant, skeletal hands made of black glass, reaching through the mist to snatch the flickering ghosts of the failed children. The blue girl screamed, her form beginning to dissolve as a Wraith’s fingers closed around her. "NO!" Leo roared. My son didn't wait for me. He didn't wait for the Sovereign. He lunged forward, his tiny projection igniting with a brilliance that blinded even my eyes. He grabbed the Wraith’s skeletal finger and pulled. A surge of the Prometheus Sequence—the blood of the human brother, the sacrifice of Julian—shot through the ghost-child. The Wraith didn't just break; it shattered. The entropic data couldn't handle the "Sequence." It was like pouring boi

They melted. The Queen’s fleet was ready. From the shadows of The Eclipse a bunch of "Void-Wraiths”. Big winged creatures made of smoke and teeth. Came out diving toward Helios to cover his light. "Malachi they're targeting his core!" I cried out. "I see them!" Malachi’s tattoos started glowing with a protective purple. He stepped to the edge of the railing. Sent out a wave of shadow-energy that hit the wraiths tearing them apart in the air.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as Hades Wraithborn approached, each step measured, deliberate, like a predator closing in on his prey. His sleek black fur-lined coat billowed behind him, its hem sweeping over the frost-laced ground. Beneath it, his half-buttoned shirt exposed the sculpted planes of his chest—a silent testament to his strength. But there was no warmth in him. The smirk tugging at his lips carried only malice, and his crimson eyes, gleaming like blood caught in moonlight, held nothing but raw hatred. For the first time, he made no effort to mask it. He wanted me to see it.

Jessica, who had not even been able to stand, somehow found the strength to crawl out of the bedroom like a rabid dog, her eyes fixed on the bottle in Julian's hand. "No... Nothing..." Julian tried to hide the water behind his back. "Give it to me! I'm sick and dying of thirst. That water should be mine!" Jessica's eyes were red as she lunged at him with her hands clawing, then bit down on Julian's wrist. "Ah! Let go, you crazy witch!" Julian cried out in pain. His hand shook, and a few drops spilled out. Those few drops snapped Julian's last nerve. In the face of survival instinct, all that love and undying devotion meant squat.