Mirage X Wraith Novels & Stories

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

All around us, wolves screamed and howled. Nyra’s pack held their ground, but barely. They moved in their groups, coordinated like teeth in a biting jaw. They took down a Wraith, then moved to the next. But the Wraiths were built for death, their hide unnaturally thick, their bloodthirst too much. Two wolves got crushed under a single stomp just behind me. One was flung into a tree so hard the bark cracked with him. Another unit circled a Wraith whose leading leg was ripped off by Nyra.

It danced like blood turned to vapour. Ceres lunged forward. "She's a Red Court sleeper—!" Maera hurled a warding sigil, which shattered mid-air as Maldra leapt backwards through the ruined glass. Wind whipped into the chamber, scattering parchments. Ceres raced to the window, Xavier right behind her. They watched her disappear onto the back of a winged beast—no ordinary creature, but a hybrid wyvern with glowing veins pulsing red. Kato snarled, "She took the fragments!"

A massive, matte-black armored vehicle—The Titan—smashed through the wreckage, its six wheels crushing the mercenaries’ barricades as if they were made of glass. The vehicle’s side hatches hissed open, and the members of the Vance Resurgence deployed with a clinical, lethal efficiency. Kaelen "Wraith" Vance and Seraphina Dubois led the charge, their "Obsidian" tech neutralizing the mercenaries’ high-tech gear before they could even fire. Baron Vance stepped out of the vehicle, his presence a silent, imposing force in the chaos. He looked at Kora and her team, a faint, respectful nod touching his lips.

She smiled, “That would be great.” We walked to the kitchen, so that I could finish supper, when I saw another group of dark warlocks outside, trying to see in. I launched daggers at them and they all dropped. Lori asked, “How do you do that?” I laughed, “I have a bunch of daggers and spears premade so that I can do that. I tell the weapons where to stab them, and they do it.” She smiled, “That is such an amazing ability. I bet it has come in handy. I smiled, “It has. They are made of ice, but they don’t melt until I use them. Then they melt immediately. They are invisible to the enemy, but I have a spell on them that will make them melt immediately if anyone but me touches them or hands the

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

95) POWER LEVEL: 410,475,450,498 WIELDER TYPE: Energy Wielder; A True Spirit SPECIALTY: Unreal Vitality; Agility GLOWS: Soul Breaker; Spirit Hammer; Destructive Sucking BREATH: Revival “Oh? Revival is sealed?” Mane rubbed his chin in interest upon reading her status. His words caused some panic to flash across the Wraith’s eyes. The rage she was feeling towards Crystal was no more. There was only fear now.

Its eyes were two glowing green lenses, flickering with a desperate, dying light. "The... surface... is... ours," the Wraith rasped, its voice a mechanical grind. "The debt... must... be... paid." The Last Stand of the Root The Wraith raised a Thermal Siphon—a device designed to suck the heat out of the Aeron Stone and into the drill’s massive capacitors. "Kael, get out of there!" Jace-Prime roared. "The pressure is critical!" But Kael didn't run. He stepped between the Wraith and the Stone. He didn't have a sword, but he had the Resonance Tuner—and he had the support of a man who had been dead for five hundred years.

You could say they almost seemed scary, if Nadira didn't know who they really were. The girl on the left with long snow-white hair has a different eye color. Her right eyeball was brown, the result of the donation she got as a result of Nadira's past actions. There was a scar running across the eye. Meanwhile, her healthy, real left eye is black. This best friend is a wolf-shiftergirl… a countryman with the murderous gang that Nadira once slaughtered.

“It is not fully made of mist or shadows so physical attacks would work, but getting close enough to attack it would kill you. It's greatest weakness is it's reflection, but I do not think you have a mirror here.” “That's perfect, I have something that'll work.” I grinned as I pulled my knife out and angled it towards the wraith. The knife was polished to perfection, which was the first thing I noticed when I saw it. It was so shiny I could see myself through it, and I knew it would work as a mirror. I lifted it, angling the reflective part towards the wraith, and the moment it saw it's reflection, the wraith’s song faltered. A terrible, discordant shriek split the air, its beautiful melody