Amajiki X Mirio Novels & Stories

_____________________________ . . . Mira rolled her eyes as she saw through a pack member's eyes the show Amaris was putting on. 'Does he really have to be so dramatic?' She wondered as she picked out the herbs that she was going to add to her new concoction. She was tired. And she was preparing for something important and dangerous that she had already planned with Amaris and her sisters. What she was going to do was extremely risk. The only comfort she had was that if anything went wrong and she fucked up like last time and Axel decided to kill her, he would not be able to because she was immortal after all.

Lady Amethyst looked entirely too satisfied with herself, Mira thought. She watched her mother leave the room and turned to her bed where she had laid the "clothes" that she would wear for the day's trip. Picking up the trousers, Mira had to admit that they were a great deal lighter in weight than her usual dresses. A lot lighter. Pulling them up, she realized that they buttoned up on each side of the front and had a row of three buttons to secure the cuff of the pants a bit more snug that they already were if she wished. As she was pulling on the white shirt she realized it wasn't silk, but a very finely milled cotton. Buttoning up the shirt she noticed a pair of socks. She pulled these on

The magic enveloped her, tightening and constricting. Beside her, Mira cried out as her body trembled under the grip of the power. Amora gritted her teeth, pushing herself to remain standing, to stay awake. She couldn't afford to make a mistake at this moment. Not while they were in such proximity. The markings on the scroll started to shine, throbbing with a mysterious, age-old power that enveloped the space. Amora sensed the magical bond between her and Mira, their abilities merging and becoming unified. She felt overwhelmed and consumed, yet she struggled to persevere.

I thought to myself, cringing inwardly. My eyes landed on Mirai, who offered me an encouraging smile. Her straight white hair flowed around her, so long, it draped down past her chair. Her eyes, the same platinum white, were tinged with just a hint of darkness where her irises and pupils should be, giving her an air of mystery. She wore a lavender crystal sphere around her neck that glowed faintly from within. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of power resided inside it. I could always feel the energy radiating from it whenever she was nearby. I gave her a nearly imperceptible nod before looking away.

Said mira as she carefully gave her daughter to her mother. “she looks so much like you mira” said grandpa Shimizu “you think so dad?” asked mira who is fluttered to hear that her daughter looks like her. “yes, she looks so much like you when you were a baby but I see that she got her father’s eyes” Melissa opened her eyes as she looks at grandma shimizu that is why she said that. “oh my! Dear she has Jiro’s eyes! Baby did you know that your eyes are so beautiful. It compliments your beauty so much.”Said grandma Suzuki

"Thanks." "You should get it treated," Mira stated expressionlessly. Something flashed in her eyes. A moment later, she directed her attention back to the unconscious Jaron. She approached him, grabbing his body roughly. Her right hand rummaged her pocket, seemingly trying to fish out for something. It was a black rope containing the soul restraining power. One of the materials to make such a thing included black crystals. Mira had used the rope a few times to destroy some evil spirits. As soon as evils spirits made contact with the rope, they would evaporate into nothingness.

Ejima breathed in, trying to keep her heart from shooting out of her chest. “Yes, love,” Uche said and Ejima’s brow lifted. Did he just call her love? “That is Ijele, the king of masquerade.” “It’s beautiful,” Amaka added, engrossed by the sight herself. “Finally, our search is over.” Ejima laughed. A sweet bubble was crawling in her stomach, electrifying every part of her body. They had made it, they had finished the long journey. “We should take it and get going before the others come looking.” Amaka laughed but the urgency in her eyes was burning like a renewed sun.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

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“Where’s the maid I asked you to bring to me? The warrior and the maid. Now is the time.” Stephanie’s brows pulled together. “You still want to proceed with that?” “Lucien left me no choice,” Mira said flatly. “So bring me Jaxon and Liana. Then find me a pill that could lure them into sleeping together—without knowing it.” Stephanie gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “That’s… Mira, that’s too much.” Mira turned, her gaze like frost. “If you can’t do it, I’ll do it myself.”