Mirage X Wraith Novels & Stories

'Yes, take it all,' Mira urged, but her voice cracked, fear edging in. Drake broke from Selene, her scratches marking his chest, passions spent in growls. 'Luna!' He charged the circle, shoving warriors aside, eyes wild with protective rage. I met his gaze over the cock in my mouth, love flashing hot, relating to him as my true pack in this madness. But Mira chanted louder, hands weaving shadows. 'No more!' Spectral wolves materialized from the mist—ghostly forms with glowing eyes, fangs bared—lunging at Drake, dragging him back into the dark.

Shade rumbled, approving, his claws flexing, the wraiths’ snarls closer now, the red glow in the ravine intensifying, the cold air biting harder, his tattoo pulsing red, a vow of bloodshed for her. Mara’s grin was sharp, her dagger twirling, voice a fiery challenge as she glanced at Jasper, her brown eyes glinting with battle-lust, the bead cord on her wrist shimmering. “Jas, let’s carve these wraiths—first to ten buys the mead.” Ember snarled, tail lashing, the runes’ glow reflecting in her eyes, the shale crunching as she shifted, ready to leap, the wind carrying her words, the yews’ shadows lengthening.

I had never seen a wolf’s eyes like that before. Not just one colour. As I watched, those eyes shifted—twisting between golden, icy blue, and back to blood-red, each colour glowing like embers in the dark. A shiver crawled down my spine. It snarled. A low, deep, guttural growl rumbled through the air, making the ground vibrate beneath my feet. The sound was dangerous, primal, a warning—a threat. I swallowed hard, my hands trembling. It’s been a long time since I’d seen a wolf. Whenever I hunted supernatural creatures, they were always in their human form. I had slaughtered countless of them, driven my silver dagger straight into their black hearts. But this?

I could see the brown wolf and Sapphire shifted. Sapphire approach her told her she can shifted, Mileena shifted I went over to look for some clothes for both I could find two shirts and I went over and handed to both. They took them and put them on. The man who was the brown wolf ask a question. Sapphire brush him off, then he told us that since Mileena is a white Lycan, she can be in danger that we should come to his pack.

Mirage came to stand in her doorway and Vice in his. “Shall we say half an hour and a bottle of red wine?” Vice suggested. “Sounds like a plan,” Mirage agreed readily. Victor continued to his room. He unpacked quickly and had a shower, the occasional putter of the water telling him that Vice or Mirage, or both, were showering too. Something proven when the shower door opened and Mirage slipped in, half shampooed and shivering. “My room doesn’t have a good supply of hot water,” she told him with a moan of appreciation as he made room under the spray for her.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

The Prism’s sapphire light turned a fierce, crystalline gold, reflecting the bridge between the doctor’s logic and the Alpha’s soul. In the void of the mirage, Xander saw her. Not as a vision, but as a point of absolute, unyielding gravity. He reached out, his hand closing around the light of her consciousness. With a sound like a mountain shattering, the "Ancestral Mirage" exploded. Xander didn't just wake up; he erupted back into the physical world, his body wreathed in a combined aura of gold and sapphire that cracked the obsidian floor of the chamber.

The crowd, particularly the young she-wolves, erupted in cheers and whistles, drawn in by her dramatic speech designed to seize attention. Mirage's father, however, gave an almost imperceptible nod, signaling to one of his wolves who promptly brought forth an ancient-looking dagger, its hilt adorned with a red crystal. He also produced a set of documents, placing them beside the dagger. His displeasure was apparent, a silent acknowledgment that he would have gladly given Mirage to anyone but me. It was clear that he never expected someone like me to win his daughter's heart. Little did he know, his judgment was based on an outdated perception of who I used to be.

I drove back to West Miami in a trance. My skin was stained with the very splatters of Saul’s blood. Vane’s cold, lethal twist played on a loop in my mind. The sound of the snap, the way Saul’s eyes had gone vacant. I pulled the Corolla up to the curb of my apartment building. But the sidewalk wasn't empty. Idling under a streetlamp was a machine that looked like it had been forged in the same dark furnace as the man sitting on it. It was a Combat Wraith, a custom-built powerhouse, trapped in a cage of steel.

he cried. Raven held him close, tears streaking her cheeks, whispering, “Always.” Ragnar dropped to one knee beside them, his hand on Raven’s back, lightning crackling softly around them. “It’s not over,” Ragnar said quietly, looking at the crater where The Wraith had fallen. Raven lifted her head, amber eyes steady. “No,” she agreed, her hand tightening on her blade. “It’s not.” Across the battlefield, The Wraith rose from the snow, shadows swirling around him, his silver eyes burning with rage.