Mirage And Wraith Novels & Stories

He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on. Nick threw Drago a pair of camo shorts, and he quickly slipped them on. “Surrounded by dragons,” she smiled in amazement. Grigo and Marcu stepped forward with black and gray wings spread out. All their wings spun six feet across, and Madchen could see their talons protruding from their fingertips . Madchen couldn’t find any words, instead she stared, mouth agape. They were magnificent, all of them, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

I naively believed that if I changed myself into the version he liked, I could finally be happy. "What I got in return was being chained to a tree and treated like trash by a group of trash." I turned back to face William. The vulnerability and fear from the nightmares were gone from my eyes. In their place was a cold, familiar edge, one forged through blood and war. "The Zendaya who tried to be a good mate? She's gone. What they'll face now is the wolf princess who crawled out of a mountain of corpses." I stepped up to him and extended my right hand. It was scarred and battered, but still steady and strong.

His silver eyes found Raven, a cold smile curving his lips. He lifted a hand, and the witch beside him pressed her palms to the snow, black magic flooding outward, twisting into the shapes of monstrous wolves that charged the barricades. Ragnar’s lightning shattered two illusions, but more came. Raven let Shadow rise, the darkness clashing with the witch’s magic, tearing illusions apart, shadows swallowing shadows. The Wraith watched, unbothered, his gaze locked on Raven. Then he began to walk toward her. Warriors fell back as The Wraith advanced, his wolves parting to let him pass, their snarls fading into uneasy silence.

“She is My Lord,” Crystal stretched out her hand, and a chain made out of Chaos was conjured from her hands and latched onto the chains binding the Wraith. The eyes of the Wraith were filled with hatred, and she stared at Crystal intently, as though she could kill her with nothing but her gaze. And why wouldn’t she hate the one who trapped her; especially when she was so close to getting away.

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."

The forest shook very hard, and red, silver, black, and crimson liquid sparks flew through the trees like lightning. The Eclipse Wraith was huge and twisted, and its shadow looked like snakes that were ready to strike. The rogue stayed, their eyes cruelly shining, and their presence added to the chaos caused by the Wraith. "You... Moonbound!" the Wraith hissed, and its voice was as sharp as steel in the dark. "Every bond you have... every piece you keep safe... will break! You will lose everything!"

“Hope you're having a nice time at the College?“ The twins didn't reply; they just keep staring at me. Then Mira step forward, her voice disgustingly sweet—same voice she use to trap my husband. “My princes.“ She bows gracefully with a broad smile on her face. “I'm Mira Whitmore. It's so nice to meet the famous Grand prince of the Nightmoor Pack.“ Rafe folds his arms, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen. “Well.. it's not nice to meet you, Mirage.“ Mirage? For a second, the word Mirage seem to hang in the air like smoke—twisting, curling, settling into every ear in the hallway.

"Wraiths cannot be killed. It's a huge form of shadow taking a physical gait. It has no flesh or blood whatsoever. The best you can do is make it vanish." She stood up from the bed's edge, pacing around the room. "So how, how can we make it vanish?." "The three T's." "The three what?" He walked towards her and kept his arms on her sides. Trapping her between his arms. His grey eyes looking brighter from up close. Like a thunderstorm. "Track. Trap. Terminate."

Moonroot burned in Mira’s hand, but even its light was dulled here. Then the shadows came. They rose from the earth—not solid, not smoke. Wraiths in fractured armor. Faces blurred by memory. Eyes like coals in snow. “We died for nothing,” they whispered. “Forgotten.” Aria stepped forward. “You were not forgotten. You were only… buried.” The lead spirit, a towering wolf-warrior, surged toward her. Visions flooded her mind—betrayal, shattered truces, a Luna slain by her blood. “We are the war that never ended,” the wraith said, voice a dirge. “We are the wounds you never healed.”