Mirage From The Incredible Novels & Stories

Haden said. Mira did not look at him. She kept her eyes on me. “I am a Mirage. You said it yourself. I can split and morph. I can learn a scent and breed it into my skin. If I take enough of your blood and your scent and your manner, I can be close enough. It will follow me instead of you. I can run it in circles forever. You can finish the bond with your mate and lock the gate.” I stared at her. “That is not how this works.”

“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.

“What do you want?” > “To observe,” the figure replied. “The curse learns from its hosts. Every choice remakes it.” > “You mean it’s… alive alive?” Mira asked. > “Alive. Curious. Hungry.” And before either of them could react, the figure vanished — but the mirror didn’t return to normal. Instead, it now reflected only Adrian. Mira’s voice went sharp. “Where am I?” He turned to her — she was gone. --- Mira opened her eyes to find herself standing in a vast blue field — endless, quiet, and shimmering.

she whispered. Syra squeezed back. “I don’t think so.” She looked around. “I think it’s us.” Something moved at the edge of the glass horizon. Sera tensed. “Did you see that?” Syra didn’t blink. “Yeah.” A figure stepped through the mirage slow, deliberate. Dressed in black. Eyes rimmed in familiar red. It was Mira. But not quite. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. This Mira was younger. Sharper. Almost… elegant.

In front of him, there was a small pool, and it reflected a purple misty scene. "What's this?" Caspian asked the Mirage White Tiger in confusion. The Mirage White Tiger chuckled and answered, "This is where you came from." "This is where I came from—" Caspian blinked and swiftly understood. Then, he frowned. "You're saying that you can see any parts of the Hopeful Woman Mountain through this? What's going on with the purple mist?"

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

Someone shook my arm, and I realized I was screaming as I held my head, trying to fight all those images and trying to fight Kiran’s pain as he relived it. “Be gone,” Jessica said, and I opened my eyes as the images blurred in front of my eyes before disappearing. Kiran lay on the floor just inside the sliding doors, and I turned toward him. He was breathing but still unconscious. I reached out to him but he disappeared, and Malachi was there in an instant. “No! Not again! No, no, no!” “Hylja sála,” I whispered, feeling weak. I saw Kiran in the other realm where his magic had taken him to recover. I got up and ran to his floating body and tackled him back to the floor, as I pulled us back to

Julia looked at every corner of the room only to fail, she could not find the owner of the voice. "We are alike; I am just like you." "Show yourself!" says Julia. The voice disappeared as the wind blew. Julia's body stiffened when a winter chill entered her body. "Look at the mirror." She hurriedly follows the voice, and to her surprise... Who is the woman in the reflection?

A holographic image sprang to life in front of them, an image that made Emma's blood run cold. "Sarah," Emma whispered, her eyes fixed on the hologram. "What have you done to her?" flo's smile grew wider. "Oh, I've done nothing to her. Yet. But I will, if you don't cooperate. You see, Emma, you're going to do exactly what I say, or Sarah will suffer the consequences." The hologram flickered, and Emma saw Sarah's face, her eyes pleading, her voice barely audible. "Help me..." The image disappeared, leaving Emma feeling shaken and helpless. What have flo done to Sarah? And what did they want from her thoughts flooded Emma brain within seconds

After cleaning the broken tray, Mira excused herself earlier than normal. And the moment she stepped outside the chamber doors— She stopped breathing steadily. Her hands trembled violently. No. She knew what she saw. Twice. Not imagination. Not exhaustion. Something inside that mirror had looked back at her. And smiled. --- That night— Mira avoided mirrors completely. But sleep never came. Because every time she closed her eyes— She saw Elian’s reflection whispering silently through the glass. And somehow— Deep down— She felt certain of one terrifying thing. It knew she noticed it.