Mirage From The Incredible Novels & Stories

Mia started running around it in circle desperately trying to find anything as the growling in the background grew louder. Then suddenly as of tearing the sky, a light from within her struck the clouds above. It reflected on the wooden wall and then back on Mia. Right at that moment, something magical happened. The light refracted into a thousand shades and engulfed the area. The wooden wall slowly turned into a reflective surface and Mia could clearly see herself inside it. At first she could see just a reflection of herself . Then the reflection divided into two. There was now two Mia staring at herself from the wall. One of it had distinct wolf like features. Mia stared at her in amazemen

Before falling asleep, she whispered to his ears, "I'm glad to see you again, Imman...but now I will never let anyone take you away from me...ever..." When the morning comes, the stranger woke up and was distressed. He could not remember anything, even his name, and his head is aching terribly. He stood on the side of the bed, waiting for the heiress to wake up. After some time, Lorraine woke up and greeted the stranger warmly. "Good morning! Have you slept well?" "Who are you! Where am I? I don't seem to remember anything...even my name!" The strange man clasped his hand, touched his head, and noticed the bandage covering his head, then looked back at the heiress who had already gotten up a

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

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.

landed on Liora. And Liora froze. The way Mira stared… it wasn’t human. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t even wolf-like. It was predatory...like a demon wearing a pretty girl’s face. Scarlet blinked and whispered, “Are your eyes healed enough for you to unbandage them? Mira, you just...” Mira smirked and cut her off. “Risks have to be taken, Scarlet. If we don’t enter this damn competition and win, our lives go right back to the hell they crawled out from.”

Mirae stood frozen at the edge of the firelight, her reflection rippling in the dark water. “Do you hear that?” she whispered. “Hear what?” Eastin asked. “The voices.” Lira’s hand went to her weapon automatically. “There’s no one out there.” Mirae didn’t move. “You don’t hear them?” Her eyes looked wrong in the dim light — distant, glassy, almost glowing. The air around her shimmered faintly, heat without warmth. Lira stepped forward. “Mirae.” That snapped her out of it. She blinked hard, shaking her head like she’d surfaced from deep water. “Sorry. I just— thought I heard something.”

The shadows shied away, hissing like burning steam and then came the silence. Serena stood. Mirage shimmered in the centre of the stone circle. A mirror formed. But it didn’t show her. It depicted twelve wolves, standing high on a ridge of black rock, howling into the wind. One of them is standing in the middle — silver-eyed, fire beneath her pelt. Serakha. The mirror cracked. A line down the center. And up came Serena’s reflection. Changed. Eyes like moonlight and hair dusted with silver at the tips. The forest’s voice came back — low, ancient, gentle.

The last one… was Elara. Mira stepped forward, and the reflection moved with her. “You’re not me,” she said. The Elara-mirror smirked. “No. I’m what’s left of who you tried to bury.” Mira clenched her fists. “I buried her for a reason.” “She’s not gone,” the reflection said. “You absorbed her. You wear her bones.” Suddenly, the mirror cracked—from the inside. Black static spilled out. And Mira woke up screaming. Carl was at her side in seconds. “What is it?”

Inside me there was a mixture of respect, excitement and fear for the immense god of the waters. When I came out of the sea, it felt like I had expelled an immense amount of water, stagnant and rotten, from inside my lungs. It was like breathing again. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the car. I went to my house, a refuge where I projected all my happiness. I took a shower and threw myself on the bed. I dreamed about Manuela. She entered the room and walked slowly to our bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Multicolored butterflies swirled all over her body as sunlight flooded the room. A bright light spread through the room and she silentl

My muscles tensed as I pushed open the door to my room. And there he was. Mirage leaned casually against the edge of my desk, his posture all arrogance and ease, the moonlight from the tall windows casting half his face in silver. His lips curved in a sarcastic smirk, eyes gleaming with that infuriating mixture of mockery and curiosity he reserved only for me. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice sharp. "Bringing something you'll like," Mirage drawled, his voice laced with amusement. He held out a stack of glossy photographs.