Mirage Incredibles Novels & Stories

“She’s a tricky one, and far too smart.” “She gets that from her mother,” I laugh, still in awe as my hands hover above Miracle’s shell, afraid that if I touch it, it might shatter or disappear. It’s grown so much larger. It was once about the size of my two fists together. Now, it’s almost as large as a ripe melon, ready to burst. The shell has matured, taking on texture, ridged like the face of a mountain, shaped almost like scales. The surface has a dark luminescence that changes colors depending on the angle it is perceived–Sometimes blue, sometimes green, other times white or black, edged with a deep crimson red that holds it together like a net.

In a worst-case scenario, we would go down with all the haunts! The haunts could feel it too; the air was thick with our grit and guts. The haunts were indecisive, hovering in the air, until I flashed the gold coins in my account again with a flick of my wrist. Their eyes blazed like torches. They transformed from ice-cold killers to groveling sidekicks in a heartbeat. I was speechless. The haunts let out a beastly howl, and a whole horde of haunts came rushing in, then zipped off through a space crack.

“Hope you're having a nice time at the College?“ The twins didn't reply; they just keep staring at me. Then Mira step forward, her voice disgustingly sweet—same voice she use to trap my husband. “My princes.“ She bows gracefully with a broad smile on her face. “I'm Mira Whitmore. It's so nice to meet the famous Grand prince of the Nightmoor Pack.“ Rafe folds his arms, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen. “Well.. it's not nice to meet you, Mirage.“ Mirage? For a second, the word Mirage seem to hang in the air like smoke—twisting, curling, settling into every ear in the hallway.

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

“And that’s why I need you to gain his full trust. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Camille stared at him. “Wait a second… you want me to know his secrets, gain inside information about the McGregor company, and then betray him in the end?” “Bingo!” Christian said happily. “You’re a smart woman. I knew you could figure it out easily.” “No.” Camille shook her head. “I am not doing it.” Christian raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Such a direct way of refusing.”

She gave me a gentle smile. “I’ve seen you when you were first born,” she explained. “I’m sorry, I’m being rude. My name is Mirage.” Mirage? What a strange name. The water seemed to be clearing my mind a little and it made me wonder if there was something else in it, like some kind of healing potion. The pain I once felt in my head started to fade and the loopiness that clouded my judgment and actions had dispersed. My awareness was starting to spike, and realization dawned on me.

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

“Please. Come back to me. Come back to us.” His voice… gods, his voice cut at my lungs. It didn’t match the illusion. He sounded terrified, but not of me, but for me. The illusion fought back harder at the sight and sound of that. I saw him sneering and laughing, as he threw Mira off a cliff. I saw Mira reaching for me, her voice broken and terrified. “Mama” she cried, her eyes fully blown in fear. “Help! Help! Help me please. Mummy, come get me!”

Then the loop triggered collapse. The simulation crashed. At Crane’s compound, Mirra watched the system blink red. Simulation instability detected. Asset Liora: Degraded. Asset Prime: Mismatch identified. She turned to Crane, who was already staring at the screen with dead eyes. “She rewrote the program,” he said. “No,” Mirra said quietly. “She rewrote the mirror. They didn’t just fight back. They changed the reflection.” Crane turned slowly. And for the first time in months, his voice cracked with something other than contempt.

No broken bones or injuries whatsoever. I felt— Powerful, stronger than before, stronger than I've ever felt.. Mira approached slowly. “You’re valuable,” she said softly. “More than you realize.” I charged at her in anger once more. My body shifted mid-stride. My bones cracked, my muscles expanded as my claws extended out. Mira raised her hand again. A piercing sound wave burst into existence. It drilled into my ears. The noise was high pitched and violent. I staggered, clutching my head.