Mirage And Wraith Novels & Stories

Koa had arrived. Tora’s scales shimmered in twilight hues, catching the sun’s dying light. Maggie’s wings unfurled, each scale glittering like stars, eyes burning the color of sunset. Chelsea condensed into Athena, a grey wolf with white-tipped toes and black ears, moving with fluid, precise grace. Nalia burst into flame and feathers, her phoenix body blazing bright and fierce, wings spanning wide as the air itself seemed to shimmer with heat. Isolde’s shadowy form twisted and expanded, her vampiric energy coalescing into something terrifying, beautiful, and dangerous all at once.

So he felt there was something else in play. “Because I was restraining the Wraith,” Crystal pointed out, before stretching out her hands before her whilst gathering the forces of Chaos. A green light soon subdued the space before her, and the Wraith Mane thought he had killed appeared before him once again – alive and well. However she was bound with chains of Chaos, and could make no movements. “She is still alive?”

Her body exploded, throwing me off and releasing the magic her body contained. I heard the others scream as her dead body lay on the floor. They ran, their wings buzzing in the air. I directed three of my men to pursue them and kill them while I protected her. I wasn't going to trust her safety to anybody. Fifteen minutes passed before they returned. They could not find them because they had disappeared into thin air. I quickly instructed them to search the whole place. Mira was standing at a corner looking tired and lost. My men gathered twenty men and two female wolves from their prisons.

wrongness. "There," she whispered. "It's not on the beach. The true Darius—he's not even fighting." The realization hit them simultaneously. While everyone fought the duplicates, the real threat was elsewhere, drawing power from their distraction. Miranda began gathering specific artifacts—a crystal that seemed to pulse with moonlight, a dagger with runes etched along its blade, a small vial of what looked like liquid darkness. "We'll need these," she said. "Weapons that exist between states, just like a Mystic."

And in that void, wraiths circled like sharks smelling blood. “We’ve got you!” Axel grunted, his grip on my wrist turning white-knuckled. “Just hold on!” “Pull!” Erina shouted. “On three! One, two, THREE!” They pulled together. I rose maybe six inches. Then a wraith shot up from below, its clawed hand reaching for my leg. “Watch out!” Mia warned. I kicked at the wraith. My boot passed through its semi-transparent form but the movement made me swing wildly. Axel’s grip slipped slightly.

Mirage’s P.O.V “If you see the blood-works closely, both Mirage and Alpha Krimson have the same proteins in their blood in higher quantities.” Daisy pointed out to the projector screen, which had an image of several circular or oval shaped bug-like “cells” swimming in a pit of more such bug-like cells. “The two images are nearly identical. The only difference is the amount of adrenaline in definitely higher for both of them, but more so in case of Mirage.”

“It is not fully made of mist or shadows so physical attacks would work, but getting close enough to attack it would kill you. It's greatest weakness is it's reflection, but I do not think you have a mirror here.” “That's perfect, I have something that'll work.” I grinned as I pulled my knife out and angled it towards the wraith. The knife was polished to perfection, which was the first thing I noticed when I saw it. It was so shiny I could see myself through it, and I knew it would work as a mirror. I lifted it, angling the reflective part towards the wraith, and the moment it saw it's reflection, the wraith’s song faltered. A terrible, discordant shriek split the air, its beautiful melody

she whispered. Syra squeezed back. “I don’t think so.” She looked around. “I think it’s us.” Something moved at the edge of the glass horizon. Sera tensed. “Did you see that?” Syra didn’t blink. “Yeah.” A figure stepped through the mirage slow, deliberate. Dressed in black. Eyes rimmed in familiar red. It was Mira. But not quite. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. This Mira was younger. Sharper. Almost… elegant.

"A Void Wraith. A remnant of the very thing your uncle tried to lock away. It doesn't want the ring, Sophie. It doesn't want the mirror. It wants the vessel. It wants you." A crash echoed from the foyer. The heavy oak doors, designed to keep the world out, shuddered on their hinges. A sound followed—not a scream, but a rhythmic, wet clicking, like a giant insect walking on glass. "We can't fight it here," Arthur commanded, pulling her toward the center of the room. "The library is too open. We need the anchor. We need the mirror." "The mirror? The onyx one from the box?" "Yes. The Malphas mirror. It’s the only thing capable of reflecting a Wraith back into the void. But the mirror is a passi

“You’re Wrath, man. I’ve heard the stories. You’re taking me somewhere to kill me and dump my body.” Jake chuckled, and shook his head. “People will be dying, but it won’t be you, Weasel.” Weasel expelled the breath he’d been holding, and he glanced at Jake. “You’re taking me on a job? I’m a Prospect.” “I like you, Michael,” Jake said, and Weasel chuckled. “Fuck, Wrath, I’m not even going to ask,” he said.