Mirage X Wraith Novels & Stories

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

Mira looked away shyly as her hand was still hung in his neck. “I am no gay” he kissed Mira. “I am driving with my wife”. Craig raised his hand in surrender and drove off. “Where do we go from here?” Mira asked, rubbing his hair. Gerald placed his hand around her waist. “I don’t know baby, anywhere with you I want to go”. Mira smiled and led him to her car. “You are still driving this car” Gerald smirked. “Yes, and that’s not all. I can drive now”. She winked at him.

"Dax! Pull up! It’s not the feds! It’s " The transmission cut out in a static-filled scream. I looked back. Out of the morning mist emerged four bikes sleek, aerodynamic machines that lacked any branding. They were matte black, their engines silent except for a high-frequency whistle that mimicked the Norton’s prototype. These were the Wraiths, the final iteration of the project my mother and Marcus had started. And they were being ridden by Iron Wolves. "Traitors!" Tank roared, his hand reaching for his sidearm.

I have pretty strong healing powers myself, so it would be only natural they have it as well. Mirage on the other hand; she has somewhat elemental control, healing on a much larger scale, can move things with her mind, make illusions in one's mind, communicate and control animals and she can already turn into her baby wolf. She also always knows what is going on with her twin, and will instantly try to get to her by all means necessary. One time we came into the nursery because Layla was crying, and we found Mirage manipulating the air to transport her baby form to her sister's crib. That was a disturbing one.

he shouted, staggering back. Aeron darted forward, striking at a second Wraith with precise, rapid blows. Sparks erupted as the creature recoiled slightly, but another strike came from its twin, forcing him to leap back. Luna’s hands glowed brightly, the moons’ energy streaming outward. She projected a web of silver and gold light that wrapped around the molten shards, stabilizing them temporarily. The Wraiths hissed, recoiling as the energy constricted their movements. “Focus the Moonfire into their cores!” Mira shouted. “Their shadows are tethered to the shards! Destabilize the connection!”

"Wraiths cannot be killed. It's a huge form of shadow taking a physical gait. It has no flesh or blood whatsoever. The best you can do is make it vanish." She stood up from the bed's edge, pacing around the room. "So how, how can we make it vanish?." "The three T's." "The three what?" He walked towards her and kept his arms on her sides. Trapping her between his arms. His grey eyes looking brighter from up close. Like a thunderstorm. "Track. Trap. Terminate."

It was the fact that I’d have to see her again—Cynthia. Morning came too quickly. I braced myself for whatever was coming today and got ready. The weight of the upcoming confrontation sat heavily on my shoulders as I made my way to the training grounds. When I arrived, a few she-wolves were already there, stretching and warming up. Their quiet chatter filled the air as they prepared for the session. Off to the side, Zayn, Seven, and Seleira stood watching, talking amongst themselves. Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today.

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

CHAPTER 117: THE FEAST OF THE WRAITH The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a predator is never more dangerous than when it’s cornered, but a Wraith? A Wraith is a predator that has already lost everything, which means it has no fear of the dark.