|Wraithland’s Wraith QuestsA new and unique world has just been revealed, accessible only be randomly appearing portals: Wraithland! By now I’m sure we all have visited this strange land where the Wraiths live in a kind of paradoxical chaotic harmony with its Neopets civilians; seeing all the lands, daily attractions, shops, games, and hints of an upcoming event. |
|How to Customize your Wraith!While they all look amazing, it can sometimes be more than a little difficult to customize their smokey dark features into an outfit that you like. Well, struggle no more! This handy guide is here to give you some tips on how to create that perfect outfit for your beloved Wraith 'pet. |
|The Essential Items to Survive the Wraith ApocalypseSo you've probably heard that Neopia is being invaded! Those pesky Wraiths have finally broken through the barrier and us Neopets are being done away with. It's alright for now, of course, while their sights are set firmly on those Faeries (which is fine with me; I was never fond of them anyway). But soon … soon the empty eyes of the Wraiths shall turn on us innocent Neopets|
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|Wraithland is Misunderstood: Entering AiopenYou won't believe what we saw in Wraithland... |
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|Interview with a Faerie's Ruin Survivor“They say that history is defined by the winners,” the wraith, whom we shall call ‘Mist’ for the purpose of anonymity, said to me as he nursed a cup of borovan. His façade was flickering between deep midnight and a rich purple. “The veterans of the Wraith Conflict know this very well.”|
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|No Wraith Petpets? No Problem!Your pet has just emerged from the Rainbow Pool, covered in purplish-black wisps and swirls. You finally bought that Wraith Paint Brush and you stand back to admire your new Wraith Neopet. But then you realize something. There are no Wraith petpets. Not even one!|
|Conspiracies of Crossing OverCrossing between Neopia and it's darker counter part, Aiopen, has long been considered as an undertaking fraught with risks and danger. Some even claim that Wraithland, the version of Faerieland reportedly filled with wraiths in Aiopen, is simply fear-mongering as a result of the Faerie's Ruin incident some years ago.|
|Welcome to DarkvaleA benevolent woodland hamlet where the skies are dark, the moon is beautiful, and glowing motes pass overhead while we all study when we should be sleeping. Welcome to Darkvale.|
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Interview with a Faerie's Ruin Survivor
“They say that history is defined by the winners,” the wraith, whom we shall call ‘Mist’ for the purpose of anonymity, said to me as he nursed a cup of borovan. His façade was flickering between deep midnight and a rich purple. “The veterans of the Wraith Conflict know this very well.”
I had to apologize, Wraith Conflict? I asked him.
“Oh right, the Neopian side calls it the Faerie’s Ruin… but on the Aipoen side, it was our last stand against Faerieland’s enslavement of our children.”
|Of Portals and Faeryllium|
“Wraithland,” Stealth said, questioningly. The brown Grundo was fixated on the twitching of the strange Wocky’s left eye. “And you’re sure this guidebook will get me there?” “Certainly. Though the more money is left in this jar, the more likely it will be that the portal appears on that day,” the Wocky said with a cackle while rubbing his palms together.
|The Parchment Treaty|
Queen Fyora was waiting in her personal chambers for them with several rolled parchments in her hand. Queen Fyora greeted them, "Hello, I have desperate need of a stealthy messenger Neopet, a Neopet with dimensional abilities, and a Wraith Neopet. Sarah, can you and your pets deliver these parchments to the Wraith King Aroyf in Aipoen?"
|The Adventures of Trina: The Glass Key: Part Seven|
Burly creatures were digging in the snow, their long, yellow claws flinging powder into the air. Their feet were massive enough to crush any enemy. Their teeth were so long, she almost mistook them as tusks. Camouflaged by their overgrown tufts of white fur, from their ankles to their forehead, where twisted horns reached for the sky, their red pupils burned into her mind.