Mirage From The Incredible Novels & Stories

I crawled over to it and looked at my reflection. My eyes were glowing. It was fucking glowing silver! Pardon me for using the F word, because I'm just too shocked. "No," I whispered. "No, this cannot be real." "It is real," Mira said. "You are waking up, Selvara. And soon, everyone will see what you truly are." I felt dizzy and my head was spinning. Then Nyx moved. She had stepped out of the dark and walked toward me. Her face was pale but her eyes were sharp.

Pretty face and light, sparkling sapphire eyes. I tried to mirror my her . I pressed down into the pillow and wiggled a little. And, amazingly despite the fact that we were working with very different equipment I could kind of see what Zara was getting at. Like catching a glimpse of a mirage from the far side of the desert.

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”

“What is it?” I stepped forward, hesitant but determined. “I know it might sound ridiculous, but… I saw someone. A man. In my mirror this morning. Grey hair, stormy eyes, but not old. He wasn’t just a reflection either—he was there. Staring at me. And then he just disappeared.” Aurora’s expression didn’t change much, but I saw it—just a flicker, a shift in her eyes. She wasn’t surprised. “Mirrors,” she said slowly, “aren’t always what they seem. Especially not to someone… awakening.”

Rusty dropped to the ground. Following Eric's instructions exactly, he began crawling like a turtle. While crawling, he continued slapping his own face. Within moments, his entire face was beaten to a pulp, completely unrecognizable. This scene left everyone else utterly dumbstruck. Then immediately, they felt their blood run cold with terror. Someone gasped in horror, "Dark magic! It has to be! That guy is using dark magic!" "It's not dark magic, you idiot. That's the legendary Phantom Mirage; it can control people's minds and steal their consciousness."

The sand is everywhere. It engulfs me. Help me. I can't breathe. Mirage. The sand fills my eyes. My nose— my lips. It forces its way into every single crevice, leaving nowhere untouched. It claws its way into my throat, finding space even though I keep my mouth and eyes firmly closed. Mirage, help me. Help me, please. I can't breathe. I'm completely disoriented. But through my daze, I feel an arm wrap around me. There's a faint feeling of thick, silken cloth being thrown over my head.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

“Really? Oh, I would love to go to Paris with you and Iris.” “It's a deal then,” Blake stated, checking his watch. “Come with me. There is something I want you to see. We have five minutes to show time.” “What are you talking about?” she asked frowning. “Every hour on the hour the ‘Mirage’s volcano erupts,” Blake explained. “It's a fifty-foot-high volcano. It erupts forty feet in the air.” “Then we must see it,” Nicola said.

She knew didn’t have time to open the cellar and hide as the footsteps were almost here. 'Jack, where are you? Come quickly…' She cried out inwardly as she looked around “I need a space to hide…. I need space…” Mira thought desperately as looked around. The next second, something unexpected happened. Mira felt like she was sucked into a bag. She opened her eyes which she had closed in fear due to the expected feeling. She found herself in a beautiful green pasture. The weird thing was, if she looked down, she could see her kitchen. She didn’t know if anyone could see her from the kitchen. She decided to take her chance and hide here…. Wherever here was ….

A heavy, metallic thunk. The screen steadied in front of a large, industrial freezer. Mother frowned. “What are you—” The lid jerked open. The camera adjusted. Focused. Filling the screen, crystalized with frost, wide with frozen terror, was my eye. Mira’s tiny, trembling whisper broke through. “Mama… is right here.”