Mirage X Wraith Novels & Stories

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!"

The interior was equipped with a suite of non-invasive sensors that allowed Anya to monitor the biological signatures of anyone within a twenty-foot radius. For Kaelen 'Wraith' Vance, a Rezvani Tank 'Vengeance'. This tactical SUV was the definition of brute force. Finished in a non-reflective 'phantom grey,' it featured thermal night vision, electromagnetic pulse protection, and a smoke screen system. Kaelen had added a custom weapon rack and a reinforced chassis for high-speed extraction missions.

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

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

"He was building a 'Noah’s Ark' for the Resonance." ​The Confrontation with the Prime-Wraith ​The vault door didn't close fast enough. ​A single Blood-Wraith, larger than the others, its oily skin translucent enough to reveal a skeleton made of red crystal, slipped through the gap. It didn't lunge. It stood in the center of the Archive and began to "Mimic" Leo’s form.

He looked like a Spirit wolf. The Gamma launched at him, but Damien successfully dodged. The Gamma attacked again, and Damien dodged. They were at it for a while with Damien dodging every attack. It was clear Alex didn't want to hurt him. Getting frustrated he turned to mist to attack, but Damien did something no spirit wolf had ever done before. He stood on his hind legs, grabbed the head of the mist and pinned it down. A golden light began to emit from him. The rest of the pack backed away, afraid of being touched by the light. The Gamma became whole again under Damien's paws, and Alex spoke in what seemed like a roar.

wrongness. "There," she whispered. "It's not on the beach. The true Darius—he's not even fighting." The realization hit them simultaneously. While everyone fought the duplicates, the real threat was elsewhere, drawing power from their distraction. Miranda began gathering specific artifacts—a crystal that seemed to pulse with moonlight, a dagger with runes etched along its blade, a small vial of what looked like liquid darkness. "We'll need these," she said. "Weapons that exist between states, just like a Mystic."