Dimension W Mira Novels & Stories

It’s Mira, my maid, the only person who’s shown me any kindness since Sebastian dragged me into this nightmare. She’s thirty-five, with gentle brown eyes. Her hair is always pulled back in a neat bun. Mira’s been with me since Sebastian brought her here and since the day she introduced herself as my personal maid. To me, she’s more than a maid. She’s the closest thing I have to a mother in this place, always fussing over me, always trying to make things bearable.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> "There it is." Dr Whitfield turned the monitor toward me. "Right there. See it?" I leaned in, searching for the single flicker she'd shown me at my last visit. There were two. "Wait." My voice cracked. "Are those... two separate?" "Two sacs." She tapped the screen with her pen, calm, like this happened every Tuesday. "Congratulations, Mira. You are having twins."

Aria's POV Mira would not let anyone else in the room while she worked on Voss. She had been in there for two hours with her herb pouches spread across the table and her healer robes pushed up past her elbows and a focused expression on her face that meant she was using every single thing she knew. I sat on the floor outside the door with my back against the wall and my knees pulled to my chest and waited because there was nothing else I could do and I have never been good at nothing.

Kai walked up to the pulpit while Miera stood by the side watching with a slight smile on her face. “Take the covers off Kai,” Miera said and Kai peeled off the red cloth. “What is this?” I asked as the last covering fell off revealing the rest of the human sized mirror. Miera turned to me. “This is a mirror of time.” she said.

I could see it in his eyes, he was stunned. However, after a short while, he frowned. “You can do that? What are you? A shaman?,” I sighed, and was about to speak when mira raised a hand, indicating that I let her do the talking. I nodded and stepped back. Mira adjusted her blouse And looked James dead in the eye. “I'm a part-witch, part-wolf, which means as a half witch I can cast spells and use magic.” James' eyes widened as he stared at her, I could tell he never expected that from her, this was the exact Reaction I had when I learnt about Mira’s true Identity.

Mira's heart thumped against her chest vigorously as she jolted on the bed. Cohen woke up by her sudden movement. "Babe, what's wrong? Are you feeling sick?" Cohen asked, touching her forehead as if he wanted to feel her body temperature. Mira didn't answer him and rushed to the patio. She looked up at the sky, and her electric blue eyes changed to crimson red. Thousands of four-winged beings flying in the sky, swirling around as if they were waiting for their prey to come out.

Even cultivating in the mirror dimension would still require 1,800 more years. If he lost the dimensional mirror, Wilbur would need to cultivate for another 1.8 million years. The deaths of Felix and Augheimer weighed heavily on Wilbur's conscience, and the thought of enduring the long torment of time was something Wilbur could not bear. If it took 1.8 million years to return to the middle dimensions, Wilbur would rather die. Therefore, no matter what, Wilbur couldn't afford to lose the mirror. With a cold expression, No-Night said, "Hmph, I knew you wouldn’t agree. But unfortunately, even if you disagree, I will still take the mirror."

But instead Mira had offered her help, saying she needed to see me in person. I still haven't heard from Croxus so I can't turn to run, making it a slow journey as I make my way there in human form. Mira's home is warded, meaning you can't see it unless you know what you are looking for. Anyone lost or wondering would only see trees, it allows her to connect with nature and practice without concern of attacks. When I finally see her cottage come into view I remember the last time I was here like it was yesterday.

Miranda walked into the maid's room and positioned herself in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was an old, vintage piece with intricate designs etched into its golden frame. It was a full-length mirror, standing tall and proud against the wall. The glass itself was slightly warped, adding a subtle distortion to the reflection it cast.

At their center stood Mira-Eve, her hair now cut into a sharp line above her shoulders, her white dress stark against the dim interior. “They’re mine now,” she said, gesturing to the children. “Taken from Echo’s labs before they could be… perfected.” Savannah’s voice was a low, shaking thing. “You’re leading them? You’re just a child yourself.” “I’m not a child,” Mira-Eve replied, her gaze gleaming. “I am Magnira. And they will inherit the world Weston tried to keep for himself.” The air seemed to thicken around them. Savannah could feel the sheer force of will radiating from the girl—no, the young woman—before her. “You think you’re free,” Savannah said quietly, “but you’re still his creati