Mirage Ultrakill Novels & Stories

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.

Their bodies crashed against trees, uprooting them with the sheer force of their battle, leveling the land beneath them. They moved too fast—mere blurs in the chaos—only visible when their bodies slammed into the earth, shaking the very foundations of the world. Until both were drenched in blood. Pinned beneath him, Heratte lay in a pool of her own darkness, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths. The Death Wolf loomed over her, his teeth bared, his growl reverberating through the battlefield. “You… you killed my Selene.” His voice was raw, guttural, trembling with unfiltered rage. “I will fucking end you.”

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I commanded. "Those are weapons, I can't give them. What if you plan on committing suicide?" "That would've been my business, not yours. But then, I'm already dead so what will be the use of killing myself again? Now give it!" I yelled, getting the attention of others. "Tell me what you need it for before." "To chop your mouth off!" I shoot him a deadly glare. "You're a total spitfire!" He said with a smirk. "And all a bunch of pillocks!" I spat and went back to sit.

He tried to speak, to plead for his life, but only gurgles escaped his lips. Isolde leaned in closer, her voice dripping with contempt. “You should have shared your full vision with Agnes, Magnus. But you chose to withhold some part of the truth. Now, I’ll take care of tailoring the truth to my liking.” With a cruel smile, she withdrew a wickedly sharp blade and drove it into his chest, over and over again. Each brutal stab sent waves of agony through Magnus’s body, and his vision grew dimmer with every heartbeat. Gasping for breath, he mustered the last of his fading strength. He focused on the Stone of Utah, an artifact of unimaginable power. In his final moments, he whispered incantations

“I am the Primordial hybrid! I cannot be killed!!! I am the thing that makes lesser men quiver in fear.” “I'm well aware that you cannot be killed Kaden, that was a mistake I made the last time we fought. Then I didn't have a weapon to put you down with, but now I do.” Ymir spouted with a wicked glint in her eyes. She brought out a blade made of bones. I knew what it was, that was the blade made by agony. “This is the blade of Agon. It won't kill you but it would incapacitate you, leaving you in a lucid state so you can live through the pain. Now, I have the weapon I need to fight against you.” Ymir sneered, her eyes turning into pure darkness.

They hated the lights to no end. Especially, Nicolas' face was twisted, I'm unable to give if it was the natural dislike of the pack or a personal Freud. With the way he stared daggers into the smiling Mirage. I have to admit even at this age, Nicolas and Mirage were the most good looking males from each pack especially as they had a competitive spirit. Though Mirage looks quite off, he didn't have the same features as the other members, he is said to have a resemblance with his late mother. A woman no one knew off except their Alpha as he refused to disclose information about her.

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.