Snow Wraith 소설 & 이야기

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.

When he turns back to face me, my lips tremble, and I stammer out a single word: "Vivaldi." His eyes gleam with amusement as he licks the Hunter's blood from his fingers, raising an eyebrow in a playful waggle. "It is I, Snowboy," he says with a smirk, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar—or in this case, the blood.

Ryan's POV In the chamber room, Trevor and I sat across from each other, the silence between us weighed down by the same heavy thought. Crystal, yet again. Trevor leaned forward, elbows on the table, his brow furrowed deep. "She's not just with the Shadow Blood pack anymore. Our source says she’s riding to the White Snow pack as we speak." I exhaled slowly, my jaw tightening. "So it’s true." He nodded once. "With Thorne and a handful of his warriors. It's not for war, but still…"

Had he finally realized that he was really close to the place where he cut open that nameless torso? “Mr. Clark, our police dogs found this in the snow.” It was a bloodied hearing aid. I could not quite describe Zach’s expression accurately. He seemed shocked but also in disbelief. In the end, he took the expensive, custom-made hearing aid he bought for me. “That’s impossible… This can’t be hers… There are plenty of hearing aids in the world. This can’t be hers. She’s still waiting for me at home for us to have dinner together. I… I’m going to stop talking to you now… Starling is still waiting for me at home… I have to go have dinner with her.”

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

Twelve monoliths arched upward like the ribs of a dead god, each etched with sigils that burned white-hot as Astra’s blood soaked into the grooves. She did not cry out. She had learned long ago that pain fed the wrong things. Behind her, the wind howled—no, screamed—as something massive strained against chains of light at the edge of the circle. The Winter Wraith. It was not a wolf. Not anymore. Once, perhaps. Long before corruption twisted it into something that wore shadow like flesh. Now it was hunger given shape, a vast silhouette of ice and night, eyes like dying stars, breath that froze the air into shards.

"After everything with Sophia and my feelings for you. It helped." I looked at her and saw someone who'd been through her own betrayal and come out the other side. "How did you get past it?" I asked. "The betrayal from Sophia." "I reminded myself that her actions were about her, not about me," Maya said. "She didn't betray me because I wasn't enough, she betrayed me because that's who she is." "But Adrian isn't like Sophia," I said. "He's not manipulative or calculating." "No," Maya agreed. "He's just scared and human. Which doesn't excuse the lying but it does explain it."

The first snow was in the midst of heavy fog. He looked at Amelia like that, with dark pupils that brought out a few cold stars. Snow fell on his shoulders, his back hunched but carrying an unyielding pride. The surroundings had no effect on his innate nobility, instead, countless malicious spirits were entangled behind him. The entire formation was on the verge of collapsing. The Wraith Infant sensed his intention and was about to speak. Just then, there was a roar, and Amelia hunched over, riding the Dodge Tomahawk motorcycle, lifting the body upwards, cutting through the night sky between the two buildings!

The shadow stumbled back, stunned. That punch hurt more than expected from such a small Omega. “Attack! All of you!” she yelled. The rest of the crew charged. Three wolves surrounded Snow in an instant. She frowned. Normally she’d be terrified, but her Gamma parents had trained her well in both human and wolf combat. They all attacked, claws slashing, fists flying, ripping at her gown. Snow stopped moving. The shadows froze. “Is she… dead?” one of them whispered, stepping closer. She crouched and placed two fingers under Snow’s nose.

Jake Two hours later, Jake headed back to the basement. Warren’s knuckles were coated in blood and all Devon did was laugh at the detective. Both men turned to look at him when he opened the door and he grinned. “Do you know who I am?” “Should I?” Devon asked with a sneer. “Jake Savage,” he said with a smirk. “But my friends call me Wrath.” Devon’s eyes widened. “You’re Wrath?” “You took my sister and tried to have me killed in prison.”