Novel & Cerita Mirage And Wraith

“You have to tell me why you asked me on a date in the first place.” “Ahh, that deal.” She hummed in response, her palms caressing his chest in soft circular motions. His thumb traced the side of her face. “Do you know why I call you Mirage?” She shook her head. She had always been curious but never had the right occasion to bring up the question. “Do you know what the word means?” “It’s an illusion. Caused by the refraction of light rays. It makes distant objects appear as water or as a mirror.”

Khalil explained. A loud screech from behind and up ahead caused us to pause. "Doesn't look like they're giving us much of a choice though," Abeel said, halting. The wraiths closed in from both sides. I tightened my grip on the twin blades, an eerie calm settling over me. The first wraith lunged at me, its shadowy tendrils reaching for my soul. With a swift spin, I deflected its advance, blades slashing through the darkness. The wraith vanished just before my blade touched it, leaving in its wake, a mossy mess.

Mira’s POV The world felt hazy, like I was stuck underwater. I fought to open my eyes, but they were heavy, pulling me back into the dark, but somewhere above me, voices drifted in and out. "Is she dead?" Someone asked coldly, making me wonder who it belonged to. But then, everyone wished me dead which wasn't surprising. I even wished desperately for it. "Goddess! Navier! I told you she wasn't ready for this level of training, but you wouldn't listen. Are you trying to kill her?"

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,

Sapphire continue “ When Mileena shifted when she was five, which shocked me, her father and everyone in the pack. Even since then, she had been bullied but the worst when people call her abomination including the adults. It had become so bad that I decided to leave the pack with her. I thought that my mate will come with but instead he decided to stay behind and let me tell you that was pain for me and Mileena my mate betrayed us. So that why we became rouges” “ That crazy, why will they call your daughter an abomination?” Winston ask. Sapphire looked over to Mileena, they gave each other eye contact when Mileena nodded, she looked at me and said “Mileena is a white Lycan” “ That impossible

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

"I came in past the guards." "How?" He smirked, lifting his broad shoulders. "I have my ways." Then it hit me. "You're a Wolf-Witch Hybrid, aren't you?" He took another step closer, a smile lighting his lips. "Well, I prefer the term Arctic Wolf-Wizard Hybrid." When I looked more closely, he looked familiar, as if I either knew him or had seen him somewhere before. "Who are you?" He looked me dead in the eye. "I'm your Mate."

“They’re approaching.” The wraiths moved in a strange, jerking rhythm, their paws barely grazing the ground. They weren’t alive, but they weren’t entirely dead either. Pale mist seeped from their mouths as they encircled the camp. Luna stepped forward. The Mark on her wrist pulsed again — not painfully this time, but as if it recognized them. As if it desired to assist them. She swallowed hard. “They’re trapped souls… forced into these forms by the corrupted moonlight.”

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!"

"And it led me to you." Her pulse kicked. "You're a hunter?" "Something like that." The wind shifted, carrying a metallic scent. Blood. Kael's expression changed. "We're not alone." Before Seraphina could speak, shadows broke through the mist-five shapes, crawling low, their eyes glowing white. Wraiths. Demon wraiths. The kind that tore souls from the living. She swung her blade as one lunged at her. Blue fire burst from the runes, cutting it clean in half. Another came from behind, but Kael moved faster-his hand flared red, and a wave of heat exploded from his palm, burning the creature to ash.