Mirage And Wraith Novels & Stories

The clearing where the battle would happen was already pulsing with movement—our wolves spreading out, forming a half-circle along the ridge. And then… the enemy emerged. Rogues with blood-matted fur, warlocks in bone-threaded robes, and in the center of it all, Mira. She was even more stunning than I remembered, which made me sick. Her beauty had always been a mask—something she used to manipulate, to lie, to kill. She was flanked by two warlocks, their hands already glowing with unstable power. And Viktor— He walked in slowly, casually, like this was a show.

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

he shouted, staggering back. Aeron darted forward, striking at a second Wraith with precise, rapid blows. Sparks erupted as the creature recoiled slightly, but another strike came from its twin, forcing him to leap back. Luna’s hands glowed brightly, the moons’ energy streaming outward. She projected a web of silver and gold light that wrapped around the molten shards, stabilizing them temporarily. The Wraiths hissed, recoiling as the energy constricted their movements. “Focus the Moonfire into their cores!” Mira shouted. “Their shadows are tethered to the shards! Destabilize the connection!”

The Wraith was a professional; she needed to equalize the environment. Retreating into the study—a room filled with towering mahogany shelves and a massive glass skylight—she moved to a lighting control panel hidden behind a false book spine. Instead of her gun, she pulled a high-intensity infrared (IR) strobe from her pocket. Invisible to the naked eye, the device was the equivalent of a million flickering suns to someone wearing high-end night-vision goggles. She tossed it into the center of the room and momentarily pulled off her own goggles. Through the lenses, she saw the effect instantly. The Wraith, moving with predatory grace, suddenly recoiled. He ripped the goggles from his face, h

Raina, you should’ve continued to run, Poppy growled into her head. They both ran after Alana, gaining on the crying witch as the wraith dragged her through the air. Poppy leaped tackling Alana to the ground, forcing the wraith to release its phantom hold. Without a thought, Raina jumped on the wraith and she was surprised that she felt an actual body beneath her paws. How was that even possible? Wraiths were spirits, not physically there. The wraith screeched in rage. She immediately sank her teeth into it and the wraith squealed in pain as if she was actually harming it. The body she felt started to fade away until her paws found the ground beneath her.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

The next, he was a blur of shadow and steel, his daggers flashing in the moonlight. He took down the second wraith with a single, brutal strike—but it didn’t stay down. Elara felt the pulse of magic before she saw it. The wraith’s wounds sealed instantly, its hollow eyes locking onto Vesper. It let out a low, unnatural laugh. “You cannot kill what is already cursed.” A chill ran down Elara’s spine. Lucian dodged a strike, his blade cutting through mist. “They’re regenerating.” Vesper swore. “Then we burn them.”