Mirage Incredibles Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

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.

The room started spinning again, but this time I couldn’t close my eyes and make it stop. My baby was in a morgue. Alone. “Why would you put him there?” My voice cracked. “He’s a baby. He shouldn’t be down there alone.” “I know this is hard…” “You don’t know anything!” I screamed at her. “Bring him to me.” My chest tightened until I couldn’t pull in enough air. The machine beside me began making a louder noise, but it sounded far away. “Erin, look at me. You need to breathe.”

Jack extended his hand “You sleep for a little longer till Martin comes.” “I can’t sleep anymore.” Mira pouted; She was wide awake. She gave Jack the robe “but I just thought of something I forgot.” “Pretend I am sleeping.” Mira whispered, “I am going to space.” “Um” Jack nodded and walked out of the house with the robe and soap that Mira passed him. Mira walked into space and admired her work narcissistically before turning the robe and embroidering a miniature of their signature, blue and golden-yellow-red phoenixes. This was the first time they gave color to their signature. Both phoenixes had their magnificent wings opened in flight rising above the ground, one fire and the other from ic

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

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.”

she continued, like I hadn’t spoken, “before he even registered I was here, his eyes went to you first.” “You’re reading into things.” “I am not reading into anything,” she said firmly, “I am telling you what I saw with my own two functioning eyes.” She tightened her grip on my arm slightly, “Stop pretending, Mira.” I looked at her, “Pretending what?” “That you don’t feel anything,” she said, straightforward and simple, no decoration on it, “because it is becoming genuinely embarrassing to watch, and I say that as someone who loves you completely.” I opened my mouth.

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.

He could simply stare at the red orpiment whizzing quickly and unreadably towards him. “Daddy!” shouted Queen Miranda at the top of her extreme as well as extraordinary fear and panic. “Daddy! Stoop down your body!” shouted Virando, suddenly appearing out of nowhere. Virando swung his hand in the air. He managed to create a kind of light blue mirror. He threw the mirror towards his daddy. The mirror automatically reflected back the intruder’s power containing quite lots and lots of red orpiment. The red orpiment all got into her body. The intruder squealed and squeaked up to her eight-octave voice tune. The red orpiment inside her body really burnt her whole body to ash.

He had the most comfortable feeling so far as he could remember in his entire life, and it was even accompanied by a sweet dream. All he knew was when he closed his eyes, and his lids covered over the surface of his eyes, darkness welcome, and in an instant, a light suddenly shone through, eating away the darkness that previously covered his eyes. The white light then transitioned quickly, and he found his vision covered with a dream-like scene. It was like the sky was split into two, and he was standing on the other part. It reminded him of the Uyuni Salt Flats in Bolivia when he went to the country for a business trip, one of the scenes that he personally considered as the most magical and