Mirage Ultrakill Novels & Stories

Like an aphrodisiac. His eyes snapped at the mirror in front of him and his reflection had him stunned. His eyes had specs of gold swirling in them. His wolf peeking out. His wolf never surged forward even if he f*cked someone and here he only kissed that witch and this was her effect on him. F*ck! He shouldn't have kissed her. Why the f*ck did it feel like he dug his own grave by kissing that little witch.

Henry reminded him, "There's one problem, though… This kid's behavior is still somewhat erratic, and he can't tell right from wrong! You need to hurry up and hypnotize him again. I want to train him into a killing machine that follows orders without question!" Eric grunted in acknowledgment, turned to face Andrew, and activated his mystical technique once more! Andrew sneered inwardly at the sight of Eric sweating profusely with a pale face, looking quite miserable. Once Inferno Strike was activated, the Flame Surge flowed from his energy core through a complete circulation, and he was not affected at all. Andrew had truly achieved complete immunity to Phantom Mirage. Next, he just needed to

And where its shadow should have been, there was only a jagged, flickering hole in the mist. ​“Killian Vane never apologizes,” I said, my voice cold as the air around me. I reached into my pocket and gripped the obsidian mirror. The stone was burning hot against my thigh. “He only consumes. You’re just the forest trying to find a crack in my armor.” ​The mirage let out a screech that shattered the silence, dissolving into a cloud of black, oily smoke. I fell to my knees, gasping, but as the "Killian-Ghost" vanished, something else took its place.

A kill switch in her mind. Because they knew she would resist. Blood dripped from Mira’s nose. Her hands spasmed. She fought to speak, to shift, to breathe. Echo screamed again, "Please, fight it! Don’t let them take you!" Mira’s wolf surged. Weak. Flickering. But present. "Override in progress. Termination in ninety seconds." No. No. Mira Lane was not a failed project. She was the Red Moon Luna. And she would not die here.

She didn’t heed. As always. Stubborn wolf. Killian’s wolf roared. His brown eyes pierced Miracle’s neck. He was ready to launch another attack. “Little girl, it’s your last living day. I wish you a happy and painful death.” Killian’s wolf sneered. He let out a low growl. Then, a loud howl attacked Miracle again. She dodged. “His wolf can talk? What more does he have underneath that thick, old and wrinkled body?” I felt disgusted. This was the second rare power.

"I mean, what if he knows all your plan and kills you first?" "Knows my plan? baby, I don't have only a plan. If one fails, the other wouldn't. The only people who know about this plan are the people in my house which includes you" I paused "so if I get ratted out, one of you did it and I will find the person and kill them and their fucking family before I die" There was something off about Simon and but he was just a random driver, what will he know and understand? In the game of life, always have a backup plan. You never know what will happen. I know this Marco guy is dangerous and holds a lot of power but so do I.

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

I stared at him, breathless, my pussy still twitching from the aftershocks. Zane pulled his shirt off, revealing his strong chest. He pushed his pants down. His thick, hard cock sprang free, already leaking pre-cum at the tip. He stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous. “Now it’s my turn.” Zane stepped closer, his hard cock pointing straight at me. His voice came out low and commanding. “Get on your knees, Skye. Now.” The sight of his cock—so hard, veins bulging, the head already shiny with pre-cum—made my pussy throb again. Fresh wetness flooded between my legs even though I had just cum hard. My body was betraying me once more.

Screams tore through the air, flesh ripped apart like paper, blood splattering in thick, crimson pools. Heratte leaned against the wall, watching with a satisfied sigh. The massacre, the scent of iron, the unrelenting destruction—this was what she was meant for. Her smile widened. “Damn… I almost forgot how good this feels.” Her fingers flexed, dark mist curling around them. “This power. This darkness.” She inhaled deeply. “Finally… my wait is over.” Then— A sudden pained howl cut through the carnage. One of her beasts staggered, its massive body convulsing before crashing onto its knees. A high-pitched whine escaped its throat, and Heratte’s smirk vanished.