Supernatural Wraith の小説・ストーリー

"How many times have I told you not to try that? How many people have died because of that? If you want to turn into a dry corpse like that, tell me, and I will suck your blood dry in an instant!" Balan hissed. His sharp fangs were sticking out of his absurdly plump lips. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... you know, it's very powerful and if I can handle it, it will be extremely helpful! And the Council obviously is...” Eden Noldorasga frantically explained. He knew Balan would never hurt him, but the aura of a pure-blooded aristocrat elf and vampire wasn't something that an apprentice wizard like him could bear. Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernat

Stella gritted her teeth, and the muscles in her face twitched slightly. "So what? Maybe you're the one who killed him and stole the gold." "I read that body too." I lowered my gun, walked toward Stella under the protection of two tactical officers, and stared directly into her eyes. "In the vision, I saw the person who smothered him. "There was a long, very distinctive scar on their left wrist. A burn scar caused by highly concentrated sulfuric acid." I grabbed Stella's left wrist. Before she could react, I yanked up the sleeve of her coat.

“The Syndicate’s cruel—they’d kill her. But his relic… it’s tied to the anchor. Voren’s close.” The altar pulses, a low, guttural hum, and the air splits. A shadow-realm wraith erupts from the stone, its form a writhing mass of black tendrils and hollow eyes, its scream a blade through my mind. My crescent mark blazes, and I shift, claws extending, wings unfurling, lunar light and primal fury merging into my Convergence form. The wraith lunges, its tendrils slashing, and Cassia dives in, her flames meeting it head-on.

95) POWER LEVEL: 410,475,450,498 WIELDER TYPE: Energy Wielder; A True Spirit SPECIALTY: Unreal Vitality; Agility GLOWS: Soul Breaker; Spirit Hammer; Destructive Sucking BREATH: Revival “Oh? Revival is sealed?” Mane rubbed his chin in interest upon reading her status. His words caused some panic to flash across the Wraith’s eyes. The rage she was feeling towards Crystal was no more. There was only fear now.

“It’s not just the world crumbling. It’s... waking up.” From above, the clouds churned unnaturally fast, spiraling around a point directly above the Watcher’s Citadel, the place they'd sworn never to return to. And yet here they were, drawn like threads back to the center of the curse. A shriek cut the air, not human, not animal, something worse. Cael looked toward the ridge. “They’re coming through,” he muttered. “Already.” The first of the wraithkind spilled through the fracture: spindly creatures, taller than men but thinner than skeletons, their translucent skin barely concealing the black fire underneath. Their mouths were always open, but the sound came from inside them, as if the scre

At one point, Ava saw a vision of her mother kneeling on the ground, cradling an infant in her arms—her. She froze. The others noticed. "What is it?" Ashton asked, tension in his shoulders. Ava blinked. The vision faded. "I saw her. Holding me. She was... crying." As if summoned by the memory, a ripple of magic burst through the air. And with it, came the wraiths. Shadows solidified from mist, taking wolf-like shapes with elongated jaws and smoky fangs. Their eyes glowed with ley-fire, hollow and endless. Kaelin didn't wait. "Wraiths! Defensive circle!"

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.

she cried, collapsing, Levi rushing to her side, his roar a mix of fury and fear. Nathaniel's wraith reformed from the ashes on the altar, his spectral form solidifying further, shadows from the hybrid feeding him. "You can't kill me, mate," he taunted Gale, phasing through his chains to strike, fangs sinking into his shoulder. Gale howled, Kane surging, but the wraith phased away, laughing. "Your rejection fueled this—now, I take everything."

He launched himself at the first two assassins, his claws tearing through their spectral forms with a primal fury that ignored their ghostly defenses. "Scarlett, stay behind the dais!" Caleb roared through the bond. But Scarlett knew the Wraith-Assassins couldn't be killed by physical strength alone. They were fueled by the same void-energy that was currently poisoning Caleb’s arm. "I'm not sitting this one out, Caleb!" Scarlett bit her finger, smearing her blood across the Stellar Navigator. She began to chant a high-speed Exorcism Mantra, her voice resonating with the ancient crystals in the walls.

he said, urgency returning to his tone. Sasha helped him to his feet, his weight leaning heavily on her as they stumbled into the dense forest. The towering trees stretched high above them, their twisted branches blotting out the faint moonlight. Each shadow seemed alive, shifting unnaturally as if watching their every move. “Ethan, what was that thing back there?” Sasha asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ethan hesitated, his jaw tightening. “It’s called a Wraithlord,” he said finally. “An ancient entity tied to the darkest parts of the forest. It feeds on fear, on pain. And it doesn’t let its prey go easily.”