Warframe Mirage Second Riddle Novels & Stories

"I'll send you through the mirror, to those who I think can help you best to answer the witch's riddle.... But, if you answer wrong, cara puellashe'll put your head on a wooden stake." Indra stares into the mirror in front of her. She can see her two best friends lovingly embracing each other deep in the mirror’s reflection. She is so happy to see them again that she does not think twice and steps over the frame and straight through the ripple in the glass. The mirror arcs from her eager movement -before it illuminates brightly and shatters into thousands of small pieces.

The weight of this revelation hung heavy in the air. The editors said nothing. Their forms unraveled into the mist, leaving only the mirror, which now stood cracked from top to bottom. And in that crack, something shimmered—a faint glint of violet steel. As Eryx's eyes locked onto it, the tension in the air became almost tangible. “The Sigil Blade,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. Mia’s breath quickened. She didn’t know how she knew, but every fiber of her being screamed that the fragment in that mirror wasn’t just a weapon. It was the missing piece of the true ending, a revelation that seemed to shift the very fabric of their reality.

A wall was up and I was looking in from a small window on the outside. I haven't even realised it yet, but I have been crying. Wet streams are just flowing without question down my cheeks. I can tell, because it has a ticklish effect on my skin. The doctor noticed me, "Mam this is a private room, I would need you to leave or I will have to call security." As the words make their way into my brain like cutting shears, Noah returns from the alternate universe he was trapped in just moments ago. Our eyes met as the door shut behind me.

But all that greeted her was the echo of her voice making her more frustrated. Dropping to her knees, Mira found her helplessness and despair turning to tears. " Nobody is out here my child,you should stop calling out because you are in an illusion. What you are seeing is nothing real." Mira heard a voice and turned to look at the direction it came from but saw nothing. " Who are you and how comes you can see me and I can't?" Mira found herself asking. What did the person mean by she was in an illusion? Didn't that mean everything she was seeing was fabricated and not real?

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

She kissed me back like it was the only truth left. Then the first explosion hit. Glass shattered inward. Mira shouted something over the noise—code flooding the screens again. Smoke and dust filled the air. I grabbed Lena’s hand and pulled her behind the overturned table. “Mira!” I called. “I’ve got it!” she yelled back. “But once it’s open, there’s no going back!” “Then open it!” She slammed a key. The monitors went dark—then lit up again, the code now forming a single coherent image: a sigil, circular, pulsing with faint white light.

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."

“We need to find the anchor point—something solid that isn’t shifting like the rest of the illusion.” Zara scoffed, crossing her arms. “Great. More riddles. Why can’t we just break through?” Before anyone could respond, a soft laughter filled the corridor. The mirrors flickered, and suddenly, their reflections stepped out—twisted versions of themselves with hollow eyes and cruel smirks. Anna’s reflection smirked, tilting her head. “You’re not ready for what’s ahead.” Mia’s reflection twirled her wand between her fingers. “You barely survived the first trial. Do you really think you can win this game?”

Mirage’s P.O.V “If you see the blood-works closely, both Mirage and Alpha Krimson have the same proteins in their blood in higher quantities.” Daisy pointed out to the projector screen, which had an image of several circular or oval shaped bug-like “cells” swimming in a pit of more such bug-like cells. “The two images are nearly identical. The only difference is the amount of adrenaline in definitely higher for both of them, but more so in case of Mirage.”