Mirage X Wraith Novels & Stories

Mirage's P.O.V "If you see the blood-works closely, both Mirage and Alpha Krimson have the same proteins in their blood in higher quantities." Daisy pointed out to the projector screen, which had an image of several circular or oval shaped bug-like "cells" swimming in a pit of more such bug-like cells. "The two images are nearly identical. The only difference is the amount of adrenaline in definitely higher for both of them, but more so in case of Mirage."

The Wraith was a professional; she needed to equalize the environment. Retreating into the study—a room filled with towering mahogany shelves and a massive glass skylight—she moved to a lighting control panel hidden behind a false book spine. Instead of her gun, she pulled a high-intensity infrared (IR) strobe from her pocket. Invisible to the naked eye, the device was the equivalent of a million flickering suns to someone wearing high-end night-vision goggles. She tossed it into the center of the room and momentarily pulled off her own goggles. Through the lenses, she saw the effect instantly. The Wraith, moving with predatory grace, suddenly recoiled. He ripped the goggles from his face, h

Mirage’s P.O.V “If you see the blood-works closely, both Mirage and Alpha Krimson have the same proteins in their blood in higher quantities.” Daisy pointed out to the projector screen, which had an image of several circular or oval shaped bug-like “cells” swimming in a pit of more such bug-like cells. “The two images are nearly identical. The only difference is the amount of adrenaline in definitely higher for both of them, but more so in case of Mirage.”

Rage surges, my wolf clawing for release, but Talis’s hand steadies me, the bond anchoring. “He used them,” I growl, my voice breaking. “To make that thing.” Talis’s eyes meet mine, fierce. “Then we end it. For them, for my parents, for us.” Before I can respond, the first wraith bursts from the trees, slamming into the truck’s side, metal screeching as we swerve. I fight the wheel, tires skidding, but the second wraith emerges ahead, its eyes crimson flames, blocking the road. “Hold on!” I shout, slamming the brakes, the truck fishtailing. Luka’s vehicle swerves behind, headlights flashing.

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.

“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.

"I came to ask for your strength. The man who did this to you—Dominic—has returned. He is no longer a wolf, but a creature of the Witch." Elara’s expression hardened. "We know. We can feel his rot. It smells like the bottom of the well." She turned to me, her silver hair whipping in the wind. "But your mate is right, Lira. You cannot fight a Wraith with steel. You must learn to use the 'Silver Pulse' not just to heal, but to sever."

Wise One seems confused. "She's right, James is the grandson of Herbert. From the information we've gathered so far, it's only their family that bears that name in this city. And James, who is the heir to their family business, study at that Academy!" Peter backed Bridget up with some facts they've gotten. "I can't believe this!" Wise One looked shocked as he stares at Peter. "But is it possible that James is the Tyrant hybrid we've all been looking for?" "I'm not sure he is the hybrid. Both his father and mother are werewolves, so it's impossible." Peter sounds so certain.

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

Sierra agreed before: “Lucas watch out!” It was then something dashed out of the treeline right across the road and straight into their path. Lucas felt his heart leap into his throat as the wolf turned to face the truck, teeth bared and ears back. The black and sable coat was enough to let him know it was the feral but none of that mattered. He had already put his foot down on the break as a reflex and didn’t have time to correct his error. The back end of the truck spun out, dragging the whole vehicle across the slippery road before it hit something large and flipped.