Mirage Incredibles Novels & Stories

Mira didn't miss the jolt of electricity that he emitted and neither did she miss his eyes changing colour . They were slowly turning the colour of the ocean with a different glow and spark to them. " Stay... away... from... me... " Kian extended his arms in front of him in defence and talked in syllabus as if he was having difficulty breathing. It was at this point that Mira noticed the water behind them was dancing as well. It was a very small pool made inside a natural crater but she could see ripples inside it as if they were miniature replicas of huge waves. Kian was shaking his head repeatedly, trying to get his head back on track. It was at this point that the hole or cave or whatever

“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.

“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.

“I never expected him to have a side like that. Whenever he was with his father or brother, he was always impassive and distant, never showing any emotion, like he was just operating on autopilot. So, that was the first time I got a glimpse of what you might call as Mr. McGregor’s vulnerable side.” Camille didn’t know what to say. What else was there to say? She didn’t even know how to respond to something like this. It felt both touching and embarrassing at the same time. Grady was only an observer and not directly involved in the matter, which made it even more awkward for her. “Thank you,” she finally said, choosing to show her sincerity instead. “For telling me, I mean.”

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.

“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.

“I am Mirage. You are Vice and Victor.” Vice had not been wrong, Victor decided, about her being pretty. She had come dressed down, in tracksuit pants and a plain t-shirt, and wore her brunette hair back in a high ponytail. She wore no makeup beyond a dash of tinted lip-balm that he would bet was flavoured watermelon or raspberry. Good skin, a little on the pale side, and good bones. Her eyes were hiding behind oversized sunglasses. “Welcome Mirage,” Vice stepped forward and brushed a kiss on either of her cheeks. “We are very pleased to have you join us, and happy that you have offered us this opportunity to produce your first rock album.”