Dimension W Mira 소설 & 이야기

“You have the drive?” Lena nodded, holding it up. Mira rose from her chair, moving closer with the caution of someone who’s spent years expecting betrayal. “Do you have any idea what this is?” she asked. “We were hoping you could tell us,” I said. She studied me for a long moment, then motioned us toward the table. “Close the door.” When we were seated, Mira connected the drive to a small terminal—a patched-together machine made of obsolete tech and custom circuits. Lines of code spilled across the screen, dense and encrypted.

--- --- Not as anxiety. --- --- But as weight. --- --- The kind that reminds you— --- --- This isn’t something to take lightly. --- --- Mira nodded slowly. --- --- “I get that.” --- --- Another moment of silence passed. --- --- Then— --- Mira leaned back slightly. --- --- “You’re ready,” she said. --- --- Elena looked at her. --- --- Not questioning. --- --- Just… listening. --- --- “For something real,” Mira added. --- --- And for the first time—

Elder Mira’s POV The chamber of the moon was silent except for the slow drip of melted wax. Twelve candles burned in a perfect circle, each flame motionless — a sign of wards drawn too tightly. Elder Mira stood at the center, palms pressed to the basin carved from pale stone. The water within should have been silver and still. Instead, it churned, shadow threading through light like oil over milk. “She’s close,” she said quietly. “Closer than any of us predicted.”

He was watching me with an expression that had nothing to do with Alphas or power or politics. "How close?" he asked Mira. "Getting there. Maybe two hours. Maybe less." She was already preparing instruments. "She's early. Six weeks. I need you calm and out of my way when the time comes." "Understood." He didn't look away from me. "I'm not leaving." "I didn't say leave. I said out of my way." Mira moved around him like he was furniture. "Renn. Door." Renn went back to the window without argument.

Darius stood by the green plants against the wall. He was barely in his twenties, and despite his cold demeanor, his face still carried a hint of youthful vigor. The warm light in the corridor illuminated him, making his eyes, similar to Candice's, appear even deeper. Candice's steps faltered as she approached. She lowered her gaze for a moment before looking at Darius calmly. "Darius... Renault." She enunciated each syllable, especially emphasizing the "Renault."

then I watched her face change the moment the surname registered, her eyes sharpened, and she leaned forward and rested her elbow on her knee, “Westwood? Adrian Westwood?” “Yes.” “How?” she said it simply and directly, her eyes fixed on me, “How did Mira, our Mira, end up with Adrian Westwood? She left here and went straight to him? How does that even happen?” I reached over and pulled up the news article on my phone and held it out to her. She took it and stared at the screen for a long moment, the picture of Mira in a wedding dress beside Adrian. “How,” Julie said again, quieter this time, more to herself than to me.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira swung her sword and Sierra tightened her hold around her katana. As Marsha knew well that she was no match for Mira, she decided to keep her target towards her womb to kill the child. Aiming for her belly, Marsha stood up and tried to stab Mira's belly with her sword. The pendant in her neck shined brightly. It blinded Marsha and Mira was able to punch Marsha's belly hard. Marsha went flying towards the wall on the other side of the hall.

Is it because of the word Dimension? Jerell shook his head. "It was because of the mental illness--Dementia. Unfortunately, four Queens had passed by, yet no one really solved the puzzle that had haunted them all for centuries. Until Queen Wisteria solved it to save her lover, Svenn. Svenn's body on Earth had started exhibiting the mentioned illness and waning at a speed that nearly took his life. Wisteria discovered that it was merely the first stage of evolution that only she had overcome. She had to teach Svenn how to control the pent-up energy in his brain so they could neutralize it. Dwelling in Dimensia is the source of this illness. Thus, constant practice of exhausting the energy bui

What if the pack rejects her and the baby? Wanda snaps out of her thoughts at the sound of Mira’s voice. Mira is one of the pack maids. She is in charge of the laundry and occasional outfits of every member of the house. Despite her miniature frame, she is in her mid-forties and has gathered enough experience in laundry matters. She has a commandeering voice that makes her subordinates get things done at the snap of her fingers. She is arriving from the Pack Laundry house when she sees Petra and Wanda in the garden. Petra is plaiting Wanda’s hair into cornrows. The former had insisted, even though Wanda did not feel up to it. However, now that she is holding a mirror and can see what Petra i

Black markings appeared on his face as if they activated something inside of him. Then, Mira was pulled into her demon wolf's realm along with Alistair. Fogs and darkness surrounded both of them, making the realm seem endless. Even though Mira already lived twenty-eight years with her demon wolf inside her mind, she never took the chance to find out the actual size of the demon wolf's realm. She knew that the demon wolf had complete control of the space when she was in that realm.