Mirage Ultrakill Novels & Stories

That was raw, terrifying power. The near-miss finally shocked his system into compliance. “I’ve got it! Mirage, activate!” A shimmer, like heat haze, rippled out from him. The advancing monsters stumbled, their glowing red eyes scanning empty space. Confused, they turned away, lurching after the retreating NPCs instead. “Three minutes,” Kiera gasped, not wasting a second. She grabbed Jax’s collar and ran.

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?

Mae didn't find the sight gory, it wasn't the first time someone was dying in front of her but she just couldn't believe the man who had single handedly killed six men to bring her yet was just shot dead by him. "This is a Russian pistol, Tokrev Tt-33," Leo was back to swirling the gun's trigger guard around his finger when he spoke to her."Someone recently gifted it to me and look, I just launched it." He laughed and brought his face to her."You didn't think I'd just kill you like that, did you?"

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.

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.

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.

" N-o! Lea-ve m-e dammit!" Lifting him up making his feet to hang in the air. He is made to hang in front of Miraki. The sight making dread to settle in him. Miraki i.e the strongest wolf in history was an almost triple size wolf with jet black fur. Red eyes. Long barred canines and an aura that can make a pup piss. His nails were like pointed knives which could kill by mere touching. Yet the most striking thing was that mark of 7 stars on his back. Connected by a yellow light of thread.

I asked, barely above a whisper. He hesitated, his eyes darting to the timer. I could see his throat move as he swallowed hard. “Answer me,” I said, louder this time. He sighed shakily. “Yes… it’s bad. It’s a Crimson Ultra Charge, my lady. Military grade. One of the deadliest kinds.” My blood ran cold.. “Get me out of here,” I snapped, my voice rising. Blake ran a hand through his hair, scanning the straps and wires. “We have to stay calm…”

The image haunted my mind as he drove his dagger into the rogue's neck and dark blood split from the open wound. Blinking back the tears, I tried to ignore the rogue's face. She was beautiful. Dark hair, blue eyes and pale skin. She was so scared because she knew she was going to die. The desperate look in her eyes as she stared at me the same moment my father killed her. Jolting up from sleep, I found myself reeling from the nightmare I'd had a thousand times before. Except for this time, it seemed much worse. Moving my legs over the edge of my bed, I sat up straighter and grabbed my jeans, before pulling them on.