Bayverse Mirage Novels & Stories

Xavier (smirking): "Then let's call it justice." He drops the flameglass into the fire. The scry-globe explodes in sparks. The Mirror Cracks Deep in the High Temple vault, Vegas and Arion stand before a mirror of polished obsidian. Reflected within is not their image, but Xavier, flame surging behind him. Vegas (alarmed): "He found it." Arion (grinning): "Then it's time to move the final piece." He places a hand on the mirror. Xavier's image moves—turns toward them—as if he sees.

Mirage asked wearily. “Nothing,” Vixen shrugged and sipped her champagne. “You are his only blood heir. He wants to leave you as much as he can legitimize. He doesn’t want to see you, says that will just put you in danger. It is best if you remain estranged. He has asked me to serve as a communication channel between you.” “Why is Miranda being attacked?” Victor decided to clarify whether this apparent gift was, in fact, hanging a red flag around Mirage’s neck and shoving her into the bull pen.

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

Because that wasn’t the only thing waiting behind the Veil. And this? This was just the beginning. “We need to get out of this side,” I said, barely catching my breath. My voice echoed strangely in the silence left behind. “Back to reality. I don't think I can handle any more.” Gabriel nodded once, scanning the warped horizon, eyes narrowed. “There,” he said, pointing toward a rippling shimmer a few hundred feet ahead—a gateway, pulsing like silver flame caught in water. I didn’t know what to call it, but it felt like a crossing. Like the place where the Veil was weakest.

Mirage asked wearily. “Nothing,” Vixen shrugged and sipped her champagne. “You are his only blood heir. He wants to leave you as much as he can legitimize. He doesn’t want to see you, says that will just put you in danger. It is best if you remain estranged. He has asked me to serve as a communication channel between you.” “Why is Miranda being attacked?” Victor decided to clarify whether this apparent gift was, in fact, hanging a red flag around Mirage’s neck and shoving her into the bull pen.

I held onto my belly as if it were enough to keep my baby protected. “She won’t be strong enough to push,” Ella whispered, her eyes focused on Mirage. For a moment, I saw a flash of uncertainty in Mirage’s eyes as she glanced at me, but she quickly masked it. “She’s going to have to try,” Mirage said with finality. Before she could say anything more, she heard a voice behind her. “I can help her through this… I have the power to do so.” Mirage froze and turned her attention to the voice behind her, her eyes growing large with recognition. I recognized the woman too; she was the older woman I rescued from the basement.

“Really? Oh, I would love to go to Paris with you and Iris.” “It's a deal then,” Blake stated, checking his watch. “Come with me. There is something I want you to see. We have five minutes to show time.” “What are you talking about?” she asked frowning. “Every hour on the hour the ‘Mirage’s volcano erupts,” Blake explained. “It's a fifty-foot-high volcano. It erupts forty feet in the air.” “Then we must see it,” Nicola said.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

She knew that Raven was at Vice and Victor’s in order to tell them what had happened around Gregory’s death, and so this call wasn’t entirely unexpected as they had discussed it before he had left. “Hello Miranda.” “Hello Vixen,” Mirage was cautious. “I heard about you getting shot. I hope you are healing well.” “I am, thank you.” “How can I help you?” “Raven has been telling us about what happened. He is outside having a cigar with Vice now.” Mirage said. “Eww, but so totally typical of Raven,” Vixen was amused. “Yeah,” Mirage’s voice held a smile. “Typical of Vice too. You knew my grandfather well.”