Bakugan Mira Novels & Stories

Until she said the one thing I couldn’t forgive: “She must be contained.” I stepped forward, voice cold. “She is not a weapon.” “She’s not a girl anymore.” “She’s mine.” Elira stared. Then, quietly: “Then maybe it’s time you choose who you’re loyal to.” 8. Mira’s Name That night, the Grove burned. Not in fire. In truth. Mira stood at the Spiral’s heart. Her hands lifted to the seed chamber above. Her voice stronger than ever before called out a single name:

Retracing her path through the forest, the leaves cradled securely in her hand, she envisioned the healing potion she would create, bursting with the energy of the leaves to restore Aria’s vitality. Her heart raced with anticipation and determination. She had embarked on a quest, faced challenges, and gathered the precious tools necessary for her daughter’s healing. With each step, Mira’s resolve solidified. She vowed to fight tirelessly for Aria’s recovery, ready to confront any challenges that lay ahead. The forest, with its secrets and whispers, felt like home now—a tapestry woven with magic and hope. And with unwavering spirit, she embraced the journey, prepared to embrace whatever await

"Now!" Mira screamed out. Alison took the opportunity to first get low. She didn't really know how it happened, but the man who was acting like the leader was already unconscious on the floor. That was even Alison stormed outside. Others would have been afraid leaving a poor girl like Mira alone with those thugs. But here's what most people didn't know about Mira. She was a trained skilled fighter and had trainings from her late dad who used to be in the navy force. Mira had been learning combats skills from him since she was barely eight years old.

Her eyes were bright, full of life despite everything. “Hi.” I crouched down to her level with a grin. “What’s your name?” “Mira.” She bounced on her toes. “Are you really the lost princess? The one who came back?” “I guess I am.” “That’s so cool!” She grabbed my hands. “I want to be just like you when I grow up. Strong and brave and… and important.” My throat tightened. “You can be anything you want to be, Mira.” “Really?” Her smile faltered. “Mama says I can’t go to the academy. Says we can’t afford it, and anyway, girls from the outer district don’t get to train with the warriors. She says I should be happy learning to sew and cook instead.”

Serra ran her way to the giant, slashing her sword to Reapers and Badbloods, and dodging attacks. Mira also dashed towards Roque. She screamed and halted when she felt a searing pain on her arm. She looked at her arm and saw a deep wound. Black blood poured out from it and it was fuming with black smoke. She turned and saw a Reaper snarling in front of her. The Reaper attacked again with his razor claws and Mira ducked then flicked her hands. Grasses wrapped the Reapers and claw its way free. Rila appeared in front of Mira and sliced off the monster's head.

Clara's POV "Keep your guard up. A Bloodfang won't wait for you to be ready." I raise my arms higher, trying to copy the stance that Mira showed me five minutes ago. My muscles already ache, and we've barely started. Mira circles me like a predator studying prey. She's one of Kael's warriors, lean, strong, with dark hair pulled back in a tight braid. When Kael asked her to train me, she looked at me like he'd asked her to teach a rabbit how to hunt.

The lightning force hit both Alexa and Alicia away. Mira's unconscious body elevates up with her body filled with lightning. She screamed out as her body became bigger trying to transform,long sharp claws creeped out of her hands. She slowly opened her eyes, a blue laser from it hit Alicia away making her groan painfully as the wound from the laser blast slowly healed up. "I'm back"Mira said as she slowly elevates down to the ground.

If they caught me here, so close to the borders, no lie would save me. Keep moving, Aria. My sister’s voice was sharp at my back. Mira, barely twenty and stubborn as flame, darted through the shadows with her hair flying. She carried the pack we’d prepared, the one with the herbs, food, and coins we’d scraped together. She shouldn’t even be here, but Mira had refused to let me go alone. I am moving, I hissed, though my breath tore at my chest. You’re not moving fast enough. She shot me a glance, eyes glowing faintly green in the dark. You’re carrying his blood. Do you understand what that means if they catch you?

said Mira, scoffing at Thunka. “Mira, is it?” said Thunka, knowing that she was talking to Wen’s sister. “You feisty little girl! How dare you leave me at Alnoc after all that I’ve done for you. Not only that. You stole from me! You should know that that is unforgiveable. No one steals from me and gets away with it. You know that!” “I only took what is mine, Thunka,” said Mira. “Really?” asked Thunka, raising a painted eyebrow at Mira. “That is my melsip bag you’re holding and I suppose within it are my precious gems!”

Mira looked up to the sky and watched it darken as if the day had turned into a night. "No, no, no, no," Abbadon repeatedly said as she noticed the changes in the sky before her eyes focused on Mira. "It was you!" Harvesting the dark energy from the monsters, Abbadon dashed towards her enemies in anger while Jazmine stayed put in the same position. Mira stood quickly and welcomed Abbadon's attack with dual daggers that she kept hidden for a while. Sensing the danger around Abbadon, Jazmine moved and headed towards Mira, who was thwarting Abbadon's constant attack.