Mirage And Wraith Novels & Stories

As I can see his face more clearly now—oh, goddess, he’s so gorgeous I can barely think now—in the stronger light inside the house, he looks as stunned as me. He is looking at me like he’s seen a ghost. Like… he has seen me before and he can’t believe I am here. He is Gideon Swan. He is a warlock, and he’s awakened, and strange things might have happened to him—oh, has happened, because it’s why I was sent here, remember? Has he seen me in his dreams? Has he seen me coming in a vision? Can he see? I force myself to contain my thoughts. They are all running away from me, that’s why. That storm outside is an indication that I must do something now to help him.

I replied, I did not want her to have a reason to come to me again. "When the spirit wolf is tired of you, she too will cast you aside. She is not your equal." She stated most crazily. It was as if she had snapped. " Samantha can never be Luna. She is an Alpha, a spirit wolf, a goddess. You aim too high Wildbreed, your fall will be hard and painful. You just wait and see. Enjoy it while it lasts." She said, laughing, kicking and screaming as the delta guards came to take her away. Hilda had completely lost her mind.

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.

It was also what showed humans our presence among them, and hunters were then created. Dragons, Mermaids, and Sirens were the first to be coveted by the greed of man. Shifters, fairies and elves were quick to hide and blend. Then came the witch hunts; Hekate and Morgana had a hell of a time saving the bloodlines that they could. Vincent was responsible for all the chaos and death. He should never have been crafted, but he was because I wanted to be loved. I wanted a mate, but it came at the price of so many others.

I say nothing. "You were unconscious when you arrived at the hospital." I nod. "You supposedly don't remember anything." Another nod. "So why did those men call you Wraith?" My heart stops. There it is. The question I've been avoiding. I look away. "I don't know." Christian takes another step toward me. "Who is Wraith?" I force a confused expression. "Is that a person?" His jaw tightens. "You expect me to believe that?" "I don't know what you want me to say."

But we have an audience, and I'm already going to seem overprotective enough without adding public displays of emotion. "Everyone ready?" I keep my voice level, Beta-formal. Nods around the circle. Malcolm, Sera, Fitz, and four other experienced warriors. Plus Iris, who shouldn't be here but who I can't imagine facing this without. "Standard formation on the road," I continue. "Once we reach Crescent Vale territory, we reassess. Princess Iris will brief us on wraith behavior and shield techniques during rest stops." I meet her eyes. "Anything to add?" "Just that wraiths hunt at dusk and dawn." Her voice is steady, professional. "We'll want to be fortified before sunset. And no one—no one—goe

[Elara's POV] [Lost her memory of past few days] I backed away as the creature launched its attack. Clutching the sword from the temple, I struck at it, but the blade passed through its misty fog as if it were nothing. I knew it wasn’t my mother. The Echo Wraith always appeared as a familiar face—a loved one, a long-lost friend, or a figure from the victim’s past—only to grotesquely distort and morph into a disturbing mask of anguish or malevolence. The expressions on its face are exaggerated and twisted, reflecting the lies and deceit it preys upon. One moment it might seem sorrowful, and the next, it could sneer with malevolence. Its misty form occasionally shimmers with an eerie glow that

He took a step forward— And the ground beneath them trembled. A deafening howl split the air, primal and enraged. Shadows shifted in the ruins below, moving unnaturally fast. Then, from the darkness, they emerged. Wraiths. Not quite werewolf, not quite human—twisted beings caught between forms, their bodies flickering as if reality struggled to contain them. Their eyes burned with unnatural fire, and their snarls carried the weight of the damned. Bram drew his blade. “I hate this place.” Freya’s daggers gleamed as she fell into a ready stance. “We hold our ground.”

Then, she sighed, a long, drawn-out breath that seemed to carry all the weight of the knowledge she was about to share. “A wraith is the result of a death left unfinished, unresolved,” Alice began, her voice soft but tinged with something dark. “It’s a spirit, yes, but not the kind you might think. It’s not a simple ghost. A wraith is born from agony—pure, uncontrollable anger and resentment. When someone dies in such a way, with so much hatred and pain in their heart, they don’t just fade away. They linger. They transform into something... else.”

Obviously, the dragon was the one that made the huge roar just now. Looking at the dragon, Darryl was stunned for a bit before he realized what had happened. He gasped in astonishment. 'This was one of the Four Evil Beasts that Empress Nuwa mentioned?' Although it looked a little strange, it still looked like a dragon. Darryl was unaware there was a Mirage Dragon in front of him, which was different from any dragon he had seen before. Mirage Dragons were one of the Four Evil Beasts. It had the ability to predict the future and release air that formed mirages, hence its name.