Mirage And Wraith Novels & Stories

The pack had come to hunt rogues, but she was staring at mirrors of her own stolen past. One rogue shifted his weight to the left, shoulders dipping low. Tovan read it instantly as a frontal rush. He barked a signal, and the warriors braced forward, shields raised against the expected impact. But Mira’s scar suddenly burned with freezing agony. Through the invisible tether to Sera, she felt the true threat before it materialized. It wasn't coming from the ground. It was falling from the canopy above, masked by the drumming rain and heavy leaves. “Above!” she screamed, her voice tearing through the storm.

Back when the twins had been the best news of her life instead of the reason two men wanted her contained and silent. A second set of headlights swung in. Damon climbed out, moving toward the water's edge with that infuriating calm he wore like armour, and for a moment both men stood behind her in the rain, two identical silhouettes blocking every inch of road she'd come from. "You've already lost everything," Damon called out. "Don't make it worse." Mira looked at the water. Then at the road behind her, sealed off on both sides. Then at the thin strip of gravel shoulder still running along the guardrail to her left, maybe two feet wide, maybe less, not a road but something that wasn't water

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.

The sky burned blinding white, the game’s rendering engine struggling to process the sheer volume of particle effects flooding the zone. "Wraith! The absolute shield is regenerating!" Kara yelled over the squad comms. Her avatar, the rogue hacker known as Jinx, was glitching violently on a floating slab of debris. Her hands were a localized blur of motion as she cast disruption hexes, her fingertips trailing glowing green strings of raw code that lashed out to slow the boss's impenetrable defense matrix. "You have a three-second window before the wipe mechanic triggers! If we wipe now, we lose the twelve-hour progression!" Ren Walker—known to millions across the global leaderboards simply as

Aurora walked closer to Maverick, before she hooked their arms together, she turned to smirk at The Mistress before she disappeared from the place with Maverick, using teleportation spell. “There’s nothing more we are doing here, I believe that we have an agreement, Mistress,” Crystabelle said, with a mocking tilt to her words but before the woman could talk, everyone standing in front of her was gone. The Mistress was left wondering what on earth Crystabelle told Maverick that made him agree to be whisked away by a witch and the level of her power that made her capable of transporting a lot of people at the same time.

Its body was wrapped in black robes, face hidden beneath a cracked porcelain mask with runes etched into its surface. I froze. Another emerged from behind it. And another. There were four in total. Wraiths. Bound spirits twisted by dark magic. Bryan stepped in front of me. “Stay behind me,” he muttered, his voice suddenly colder than the air itself. One of the wraiths raised its hand, and the fog hissed, curling upward like smoke from a fire. The runes on its mask glowed a deep crimson. “Don’t let them chant,” Bryan growled.

Ryan grinned and jokingly said to her, "Candice, I noticed you're quite like our manager. You seem to be needed for contract negotiations." Candice replied, "I could be your manager if needed." They arrived at the agreed location, and she was surprised to find that the person they were meeting was Zane, whom she had previously encountered at Aether Corporation. Zane remembered her and was quite surprised. "Ms. Renault, how come you're now with Mr. Baldwin?" Candice smiled and said, "Just challenging myself." Blue Artifact was planning to launch a new fun-themed series, leaning toward a childlike design combining ancient folklore characteristics and cartoon dolls.

I just shook my head, “That’s so funny. Micah is the one out of the boys that has practiced his more than the other two, but I’m the one who was using mine the most.” Micah added, “I spent the time you were held captive perfecting teleporting so that I could help you escape. My problem was that I didn’t know where I would be teleporting to.” I replied, “There was no way I could tell you where to go because I had been knocked out while they transported me and I couldn’t tell where I was through the scenery out the window. I had no clue where I was.” Grace sighed, “Sounds like you went through quite an ordeal.” Sebastian growled, “Ordeal doesn’t begin to describe it. It’s a wonder she accepted

Do you know what that means, little prince? Kade didn’t answer. It means she will dream the seal undone before it breaks. She will remember how to open it. His pulse hammered. “And if I help you?” The shadows leaned closer, cold breath curling around his ear. Then you will not be king, the Wraith whispered. You will be more. Images flashed—crowns shattered, armies kneeling, the world hushed under winter’s hand. Lyra at the center of it all, light blazing, terrible and beautiful.