Mirage X Wraith Novels & Stories

The forest shook very hard, and red, silver, black, and crimson liquid sparks flew through the trees like lightning. The Eclipse Wraith was huge and twisted, and its shadow looked like snakes that were ready to strike. The rogue stayed, their eyes cruelly shining, and their presence added to the chaos caused by the Wraith. "You... Moonbound!" the Wraith hissed, and its voice was as sharp as steel in the dark. "Every bond you have... every piece you keep safe... will break! You will lose everything!"

“Besides, it is common curtsey to give a name to your attack.” Johan snorted. “That doesn’t make sense. I mean, a battle cry is enough to warn people that you’re attacking, but telling them exactly what you’re attacking with next? That’s stupid!” “Well... it doesn’t sound half as intimidating without a proper name...” Xander tried pulling away from Johan again. “Oh, so it’s just used to sound intimidating?” Johan looked thoughtful. “Okay then, ‘magma whip’!” Several veins of magma appeared around the two fire mages.

He didn’t yet know who the enemy was—or how close they had come—but the warning was clear and sharp. Back inside, Rashel’s fingers hovered above the keyboard as a chill ran down her spine. The door to her workspace creaked open with a whisper, and a shadow slipped inside, silent as smoke. The Wraith. The figure moved as fluidly as wind, footsteps muffled by leather soles and practiced grace. His mask was featureless, the shape of a wolf’s muzzle rendered in matte black, and his expression unreadable. In his gloved hands, a blade gleamed cold under the faint light.

Saphira did the best she could to explain what it was like being blind. One day, Xavier had a pretty rough conversation over the phone with one of the pack leaders. He growled and rubbed his face. “Xavier? Are you okay?” Saphira softly asked as she walked into their shared office. Xavier sighed before saying or doing anything. “No. Varian, the leader of the Misty Haven Pack, is threatening Orion, Lyra, Darian, and Diana. A few others have as well. I fear there’s going to be a war between the packs.” Xavier explained with a frustrated growl.

Micah and Tony and I, had vowed to the queen, besides her hospital bed to be the best big brothers to the babies especially the princess That morning had been all smiles and laughter. Closing my eyes, I placed the little box on the rack and turned to sit at the big bed with the brothers. Micah was looking at me with sad eyes, but I smiled at him and shook my head letting him know I was fine. "What powers do u think Mel would have had if she was alive" Jason asked. "Maybe water bending".Jacob said and Tony whacked his arms. "I'm sure it would have been air... because who wouldn't want this amazing beautiful power".

I ask, sitting back and looking up at her. She looks back at the page, as I stare at the image depicting a monster-like creature with smoke and shadows surrounding him. Because the picture was so far from a human, we hadn’t paid it any attention when we had all tried to find out what we were dealing with. “Shadow Wraiths take a host to survive and to gain a solid physical form… Resulting in them disguising themselves in the identity of their hosts. With incredible speed and strength, Shadow Wraiths are even stronger where there are shadows present. Wraiths cannot be killed unless their true names are found and taken, upon driving a weapon made of pure iron coated with Nightshade, Ephedra and

Jax I wake standing instead of lying down, and that realization is the first thing that feels wrong. The second is that nothing around me makes any sense. The ground beneath my feet appears solid at first glance, but the longer I focus on it, the more it seems to shift beneath me in slow ripples, like dark water disturbed by an unseen current. Above me stretches something that resembles a sky, though it changes too slowly and too unnaturally to truly be one. Deep shades of blue bleed into silver and black, twisting together in strange patterns that make my eyes ache if I stare at them for too long.

Everything I had tried to bury, everything the Rift had sensed and stored over the centuries, coalescing into one dark, watchful pulse. A sudden shift in the shadows drew my eyes. The Wraiths appeared, not in swarms this time but individually, tall and thin with translucent bodies that bent the light of the silver veins into fractured specters. Their eyes glowed faintly, observing, judging, waiting. “Do not falter,” Cael whispered. “They feel fear. They feed on hesitation.” I took a step forward, feeling Auren’s hand on my lower back, steadying, urging. Cael’s gaze bore into mine, molten silver, burning away the remnants of doubt. Together, we approached the pedestal.

“She’s not a Honshu.” Krav lifted his head. “Then what the hell is she?” Haden leaned against the table, crossing his arms. “She’s a Kaleidoscope Mirage.” I frowned. “A what?” Haden’s tone was even, but I could hear the hesitation under it. “Her wolf isn’t a wolf in the pure sense. It’s… fluid. It can shift and adapt its form to mimic other shifters—bear, rat, cat, whatever it’s seen. The ability’s rare as hell, thought to be extinct.”

Mirage was waiting in the seating area and stood as they entered. “Hello Miranda,” Vixen said. “Or do you prefer Mirage? I am Vixen, and this is Shadow.” “Hi,” Shadow wiggled his fingers in a wave. “Hello,” Mirage’s eyes went to Vice and Victor, and then back to Vixen. “Won’t you sit down? Would you like to have a drink? I could do with a drink,” she said. “Champagne?” Vice stepped over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle. “Raven? Shadow?”