Novel & Cerita Mirage From The Incredible

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?”

The sound of water hitting porcelain felt grotesquely ordinary. When I stepped out, my eyes scanned the space—searching for a crack, a sign, any hint of an exit. There was nothing. Only abandonment. I approached the sinks. Hesitated before turning on the faucet. The mirror reflected someone I almost didn’t recognize: dried blood at my hairline, one swollen eye, split lips, hair plastered to my face with sweat. It was someone else. Someone surviving on rage and fear. I needed strength. That reflection didn’t give it to me.

His breathing was offensively calm. “Just stargazing,” he said, not moving. They followed his gaze. The ceiling glittered—diamonds set in constellations people had once feared. A cluster of rubies burned in the shape of Taurus, as if the rock remembered the furnace. “Oh my God,” Jessica breathed. “Are those… diamonds?” Lizzi asked. “And rubies,” Sean murmured. Terry shielded his eyes. “Where’s a ladder when you need one?” He turned and walked into a wall of Minotaur.

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.

Scene 2: The Fire Mirror Hours later, they reached a vast cavern cut deep into the mountain’s side. The air shimmered with heat. In the center, a lake of magma bubbled angrily, and above it hovered a strange relic—a polished obsidian mirror framed in gold. Iris approached it cautiously, drawn by the power radiating from it. Her reflection shimmered in the surface, then twisted. She gasped. She saw herself—not as she was, but as she had once been. Nadia. Whole. Untouched by betrayal.

Obviously, the dragon was the one that made the huge roar just now. Looking at the dragon, Darryl was stunned for a bit before he realized what had happened. He gasped in astonishment. 'This was one of the Four Evil Beasts that Empress Nuwa mentioned?' Although it looked a little strange, it still looked like a dragon. Darryl was unaware there was a Mirage Dragon in front of him, which was different from any dragon he had seen before. Mirage Dragons were one of the Four Evil Beasts. It had the ability to predict the future and release air that formed mirages, hence its name.

he beckoned, "step forward." Mirage, her face adorned with a mesmerizing grin, gracefully gathered her gown and moved toward her father. Thronesman unveiled the ancient dagger, its red crystal catching the moon's gentle glow. He delicately took Mirage's hand, making a small, precise cut with the dagger, allowing her blood to drip onto the ground.

The people on the beach were still marveling at the beauty of the mirage, sighing wistfully at how short it had lasted. Over on another end, the Aqua Dragon, Orkot, opened his eyes from where he was lying at the bottom of a lake. Delight flashed in his gaze as he said, "That kid made it into the mirage after all! Well, it's up to him from here on out. That mirage is pretty much a middle dimension." Wilbur landed on the shores of Windis in the mirage. He coughed up mouthfuls of blood as he looked up at the sky. The opening in the clouds was growing smaller and smaller before disappearing completely. Wilbur finally heaved a sigh of relief.