Mirage And Wraith Novels & Stories

“I know this is going to be hard to believe, Grayson, but those wolves are our neighbors.” Her eyebrows raised, and she stared at me for a long time, not blinking before she said, “Say what now?” “I know it’s hard to wrap your mind around. Just like the fact that you just saw me shoot a fireball out of my hand. But it’s true. They are shifters. And I’m a mage.” “A what?” she asked, wrinkling her face up at me. “A mage. It’s kind of like a witch… but I draw upon the forces of nature. I get my strength from the forest.”

Raptor was curious about what gifts his granddaughter had inherited from him. "She doesn't like to speak of it. Mira is the same way. Mira has an altogether different gift. But Amethyst, she knows things. Things that are not yet. I would say she is a prophetess. Mira, her gift terrified her as a child. Unfortunately, she learned to be very careful about who and what she touched." Raptor looked at his daughter and frowned, "Why?"

“I’ve waited a long time to meet you in the flesh.” Lira blocked my path, her jaw clenched, shoulders rigid. “You’re not supposed to be alive,” she said. Wraith tilted his head. “Neither are you. But here we are. Like a family reunion... except one of us brought the matches.” The others behind him didn’t speak. They stood in a loose arc, some twitching, some humming softly, all of them watching me like wolves waiting for the weakest step. I could smell the decay on them. Something about their minds had snapped and been stitched back together wrong.

They pressed forward, guided by the figure's subtle gestures. As they reached the heart of the Veil, illusions manifested, distorting reality. The Mirage Weaver, an elusive entity, weaved intricate patterns of deception. Lin, Hunter, and Stereo faced the illusions with a newfound clarity, drawing strength from the threads that bound them. The guardian's voice echoed one last time, "To break free, you must see through the illusions, embracing the truths within. Your destinies are entwined, and together you possess the power to unravel the Mirage Weaver's spell."

“These are shadow wraiths. They’re dangerous and can manipulate the shadows around us. We need to be careful.” The first encounter with the wraiths was swift and brutal. The wraiths attacked with a ferocity that took them by surprise, their shadowy forms making them difficult to track. Allan’s shadows clashed with the wraiths, creating an intense battle of dark forces. Kai wielded his powers with precision, his attacks cutting through the wraiths. Elysia’s magic provided support, creating barriers to protect them from the wraiths’ assaults. The team worked in unison, their bond and training evident in their coordinated efforts.

It looked ancient and part of the ruins. We hopped out of the car. Then my eyes caught the site of the weapons on the backseat of the car. We frowned at first but then we saw a letter with the weapons. "These are the weapons of hell. The sword and the dagger is for you Mira. The katana and the ninja blades are for Sierra. The pendants of hell have the power to protect you. A signature good luck from Lucifer. Kill the traitors and send their souls to hell." I read the letter and smirked.

It was a thrilling experience. Mira held dual daggers with a crimson gem on the hilt, her signature weapons. It didn't take a genius to figure out that someone forged the daggers with pure silver. When rogues could not defeat more formidable opponents, they turned to weapons. Mira's daggers had tasted more blood than any other blade that had ever been made.

Jericho charged towards him, it formed one of its infamous indigo balls of doom, the concentrated ball of energy cycled over its monstrous arms and finally launched, heading towards Tyndale. Tyndale countered it with a blast of his own, shooting a streak of purple energy that collided with the Vurhan's spell, exploding on impact. The vurhan shrieked as if it was declaring the challenge to the tyrant officially. A slight grin escaped Tyndale's mouth, he yearned for a good fight. He felt like the brute creature could offer him a satisfying showdown and he was not one to back down from a challenge.

And when Morwen saw us. Her head turned around. Her eyes widened. “Two Aria?” she whispered. Then laughed “Of course. I suspected you had been doing secret things, you found your way to the mirror of echo.” She raised her staff. “Kill them!” The Wraiths came out. The Bone Speakers rose. The Hollow Flame attacked us like a living storm. But we didn’t fear. “Now!” I shouted. Jason moved first shadows exploding from his body like wings, swallowing three Wraiths at once. They didn’t scream. They just… vanished.

abandoning their perfect logic for Physical Contact. The "Indigo Cloak" had worked against their machines, but it wouldn't work against a fleet of a thousand crystalline drones descending like a swarm of locusts. "They're coming down, Sloane," Vara signaled, her voice filled with a ancient, tectonic dread. "The 'Mirage' is over. Now, we fight them in the mud." Kael collapsed as the phase-shift ended. The sky returned to its normal, scorched gray. He looked up at Sloane, his eyes dull and flickering. "Who... are you?" he whispered.