Mirage X Wraith Novels & Stories

“You got a problem? Go stand with the other useless one.” She jerks her chin toward me, a smirk twisting her pierced lip. The other rookies shuffle away from Jax, their faces carefully blank. No one wants to catch Luna’s wrath. Marcus just gives a slight, weary shake of his head. Jax’s ‘Mirage’ Ability isn’t combat-grade. He’s expendable. Jax’s jaw works. He shoots a last, furious look at Luna, then turns and stalks away from the group, planting himself against a far wall. Alone.

'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.

Ella whimpered. "Mate." My chest tightened. That wasn’t Damien’s scent. This was someone else. Someone new. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. I only had one mate. Damien. Right? I sniffed the air again. And then I saw him. A massive white wolf emerged from the shadows, his fur glowing under the moonlight. His eyes flickered, shifting between two colors—one a deep, piercing silver and the other pure gold. He was coming towards me. Slowly. Deliberately. His powerful presence overwhelmed me. My body felt weak, my heart hammering inside my chest. I tried to think, tried to understand what was happening. But before I could— My legs collapsed. Darkness swallowed me whole.

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.

A guitar case leant against the side of the non-descript black 4wd, and she dumped the suitcase beside it before retrieving a violin case. “Interesting,” Victor agreed. “Nice arse,” he added when the woman dove deeper into the boot, pulling out a folder and a laptop bag. “Very nice.” “Oh, hey,” she caught sight of them out of the corner of her eye, and turned, resting her hips against the car as she took them in, looking from one to the other, head to toe, with thorough scrutiny. Whatever assessment she was making, they passed, Victor thought, as she pushed off the car and straightened. “I am Mirage. You are Vice and Victor.”

His silver-white fur shimmered under the moon's glow as he bared his sharp fangs, his eyes burning with determination. Beside Tigreal, Seraphine exuded an ethereal beauty and grace. Her pristine white and brown fur contrasted with streaks of silver, and her piercing blue eyes shimmered with a mix of confidence and determination. She moved with the agility and precision of a predator, her fangs glistening as she engaged her foes. Xirza, known for his strategic mind and cunning, fought alongside Tigreal. His pure white fur blended with the skies, and his amber eyes gleamed with mischief. He danced around his enemies, his movements swift and calculated, orchestrating the battlefield with tactic

Julius, the head of the council spoke,his voice full of malice. But that didn't surprise Xavier , he hadn't been completely honest with Myra. The main reason why he had refused Myra as a mate was because he was a hybrid , and he had on many occasions feared that the council would target his mate. Being a hybrid was frowned upon and being a powerful hybrid as a half vampire half werewolf was simply an abomination. Still even Myra had no idea. For a second, Xavier found himself thinking of what he would do if she found out. Would she leave him? Perhaps, but that he would think about later.He pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind and decided to focus on the task at hand .

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.