Hot Wraith Novels & Stories

“Geez, you look like you need a bath or two.” Crocell cornered the wraith in alley, placing a pretty strong barrier in between the walls and around it. Wraiths are known for violence and aggression so he needs to be careful. The gleaming light from the silver wing shape of the emblem as the wraith clutched it almost made Crocell feel sorry for the creature—but alas, his need to make his angel happy overrides the pity—even if he’s still a demon, he feels emotion just like everyone else. The wraith let out a chilling scream that was enough to make his ears ring and his hairs stand and he sighed. Now the wraith means business when it suddenly attacked him.

Spirit wrapped her in a cloak of feral precision, every movement honed and merciless. Tora was the hammer to her knife. She caught the first beast full-on and slammed it into the ground, fire sparking on impact. When two more rushed her, she swung wide, her fists igniting as bone and shadow cracked apart under her strength. Every hit sent embers flying, until it looked as though she fought in the heart of a forge.

“You’re early. I thought I would have to wait another ten to fifteen minutes till you show up.” “I was excited about what you might need my help for. So, what’s up?” A waiter came up to them. Theresa simply ordered coffee while Vera got two maxi size burgers, some fries and a milkshake to go. “If it involves stalking, we’ll need this. And if it doesn’t, I’ll need it. Paroling is so boring.” She placated when Theresa had furrowed her brows at her order. “Okay, well,” she rolled her eyes. “I asked you here because Maxwell Hart is crazy.”

It has been a week since Yahir was captured. King Quincy had sentenced him to death after one week of taking fifty whip lashes daily. Today is the day he is put to death and I am looking forward to it. His mate’s parents were sitting in front of us and I placed one hand on the mother’s shoulder and my other hand on her father’s shoulder in a gesture of comfort. I released a small amount of my omega waves and they visibly relaxed. The mother smiled at me, “Thank you, princess.” I smiled, “You’re very welcome. This may get a little gross. Let me know if you need more.” She smiled, “Thank you.”

a painful whisper came out of him I am afraid , I am afraid you will go without telling you anything, I am afraid you will go without knowing that you are many things to me, I am afraid I will miss telling you I like your smile, I like your face, I like the way you dress, I like your stance, your walk, The way you speak, I like your tension that we share, your laughter, your height, I like you. “What are you doing?” Maya cried when she saw a herd of virus stabbing her daughter in the waist, and the concerned person widened her lips when she heard the screams of her Mate from under the ground. She grabbed her waist in pain, what could she do when she couldn't turn like any other werewolf? May

A Wraith is a predator that has already lost everything, which means it has no fear of the dark. I stood in the center of the melting Vault, my heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs. The scent of Elena’s "Anti-Matter" blade was a sharp, metallic sting in the air, but the smell coming from Dante—the raw, ozone-heavy scent of the Void-Titan—was overwhelming. The "Shadow-Heir" in his arms let out another cry, a sound that vibrated through the floorboards and made the obsidian walls bleed liquid shadow. Dante didn't pull away from the dagger Elena had buried in his chest. Instead, he leaned into it. He stepped forward, forcing the hilt against his own ribs, his eyes locked on

Its eyes were two glowing green lenses, flickering with a desperate, dying light. "The... surface... is... ours," the Wraith rasped, its voice a mechanical grind. "The debt... must... be... paid." The Last Stand of the Root The Wraith raised a Thermal Siphon—a device designed to suck the heat out of the Aeron Stone and into the drill’s massive capacitors. "Kael, get out of there!" Jace-Prime roared. "The pressure is critical!" But Kael didn't run. He stepped between the Wraith and the Stone. He didn't have a sword, but he had the Resonance Tuner—and he had the support of a man who had been dead for five hundred years.

I ask, sitting back and looking up at her. She looks back at the page, as I stare at the image depicting a monster-like creature with smoke and shadows surrounding him. Because the picture was so far from a human, we hadn’t paid it any attention when we had all tried to find out what we were dealing with. “Shadow Wraiths take a host to survive and to gain a solid physical form… Resulting in them disguising themselves in the identity of their hosts. With incredible speed and strength, Shadow Wraiths are even stronger where there are shadows present. Wraiths cannot be killed unless their true names are found and taken, upon driving a weapon made of pure iron coated with Nightshade, Ephedra and

She told herself it was just confidence, but deep down, she knew she wanted the boys to look. One hot afternoon after practice, Tamara stayed to help hand out water, but her focus were on the boys shirtless, young, muscular bodies that was glistening with sweat. Tamara called out to Marcus…..with a teasing smile, she smiled and took a bottle from her, his eyes lingering on her cleavage. “Thanks, Mrs. Thompson,” he said sipping from the bottle. “You always take such good care of us.” He smiled turning to meet his friends. But as he turned, Tamara reached out and playfully wiped a bead of sweat from his bare chest with her fingers. “You’re all sweaty, Marcus. Let me clean you up a bit.” Her th

Naked, my cock already half-hard and thickening, I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on scalding. The hot water pounded down on my shoulders as I braced both hands on the tile wall. Steam filled the room. My mind betrayed me instantly. Zara. I saw her again, her legs spread obscenely wide on my couch, leather skirt bunched at her waist, no panties, her pretty pink cunt swollen and dripping. Those glossy folds parted around her fingers as she pumped them in and out, moaning my words back to me. Her tits heaving under that thin silk camisole, nipples hard little points begging to be sucked and bitten.