Mirage From The Incredible Novels & Stories

That was raw, terrifying power. The near-miss finally shocked his system into compliance. “I’ve got it! Mirage, activate!” A shimmer, like heat haze, rippled out from him. The advancing monsters stumbled, their glowing red eyes scanning empty space. Confused, they turned away, lurching after the retreating NPCs instead. “Three minutes,” Kiera gasped, not wasting a second. She grabbed Jax’s collar and ran.

Because monsters like me did not flinch at screams anymore. ** follow me on i,n,s,t,a,g,r,a,m: authormiragreen

“They’re taking them, stop them!” We tried. My God, we tried. But every time we tore down one winged wolf, two more came through the trees. And then, I noticed something that didn’t belong. Between two thick oaks, the air shimmered. Not like heat. Not like fog. Like… a lie. A line where the forest looked too smooth, too perfect, like someone had painted it and forgotten to add texture. My wolf’s instincts prickled. I stared harder. The shimmer pulsed. And the trees around it… didn’t move with the wind the same way. The leaves didn’t rustle. The shadows didn’t shift naturally. My breath slowed. A sick certainty settled into my gut. Mirage. Part of this forest was a mirage. A cover. A mask.

Everything seemed intact. But the note… The spy wasn’t coming from the outside. They were already here. Inside the warded tent, Mira moved toward the potion cache when she felt it. A shift. A breath that didn’t belong. She spun around—dagger drawn. But she was alone. Or so it seemed. Then her reflection blinked. And smiled. The mimic stepped from the shadows—a perfect copy of Mira, every freckle and line mirrored. But the eyes were wrong. Just a little too dark.

My blood went cold at his words, and my fingers turned numb as I snatched his phone to look. “Play it back and you’ll see it.” He said, now laughing about it, and I did; all that came out of my mouth was "Dear God," as I stared at the sight of Mira running into the water before she began to transform, before she was fully submerged, and a voice could be heard as they captured her footage. “Oh, my God!” I staggered as Alec laughed again, saying I could not possibly believe the video and that it was clearly AI. I didn’t let him finish and asked where he got this and before he could answer, I could see it was from some group.

“You have to tell me why you asked me on a date in the first place.” “Ahh, that deal.” She hummed in response, her palms caressing his chest in soft circular motions. His thumb traced the side of her face. “Do you know why I call you Mirage?” She shook her head. She had always been curious but never had the right occasion to bring up the question. “Do you know what the word means?” “It’s an illusion. Caused by the refraction of light rays. It makes distant objects appear as water or as a mirror.”

I have pretty strong healing powers myself, so it would be only natural they have it as well. Mirage on the other hand; she has somewhat elemental control, healing on a much larger scale, can move things with her mind, make illusions in one's mind, communicate and control animals and she can already turn into her baby wolf. She also always knows what is going on with her twin, and will instantly try to get to her by all means necessary. One time we came into the nursery because Layla was crying, and we found Mirage manipulating the air to transport her baby form to her sister's crib. That was a disturbing one.

"I want you to be honest with everything you want me to do with your body, if you want, you can even make a bucket list and I will do my best to fulfill them. Anāl, role playing, BDSM, anything you want to try." Miracle became a sputtering mess and she opened and closed her mouth, unable to form a word, and her face was starting to blush a beautiful red. "Can you please tone down your words because you get me speechless everytime." She finally said, looking flabbergasted as hell.

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

"Why do you ask?" "Babe, your eyes are glowing," Arion answered instead. I stood up and rushed out of the room. I pushed the door open to the bathroom and stared in the mirror, my eyes were glowing this strange blueish-purple color. I closed them hoping they would return to normal when I opened them again. I looked at myself only to find they were still glowing. I stared at myself, what was happening? "Rina, take a couple of breaths," Mirage said. "It is happening because we felt threatened by her."