Dimension W Mira Novels & Stories

"No one said you were." Mira arrived the next day. She was small for a wolf—barely five feet—with dark curly hair and eyes the color of honey. She moved like she expected to be attacked at any moment. When she saw AJ, she tensed. "You must be Alistair Jr.," she said. "AJ. Just AJ." "Right." She looked around. "This place is... bigger than I expected." "It's home. Come on. I'll show you around." He led her through the pack house, the training grounds, the forest trails. She asked few questions and offered even less about herself. But AJ noticed the way her eyes softened when she saw the pups playing, the way her shoulders relaxed when they passed the river.

They knew better than to stand close when shifters locked up like this. Mira stood on the polished stone in ripped jeans and a yellow top I had made her buy. Her eyes were not brown. They were silvered at the edges, wolf-slicked. Her wolf rode high but did not take her over. She was breathing hard and steady, like she was trying not to shake.

Then widened again. Finally, a faint orange glow appeared ahead—firelight. Mira’s den. A small, warm chamber carved naturally by time. Furs lined the floor. Herbs hung from cracks in the walls. A circle of cooling stones held a steady flame. Mira rose from beside the fire the moment she saw them. Her eyes widened. “Oh, ancestors… Kiera.” Her tone was soft, reverent, like one speaking to someone who had survived a divine curse. Kiera stiffened immediately, body twitching toward Ronan.

“Hi…my name is Phoenix and yes, I’m new.” I finally find my voice A lithe werewolf with shoulder-length auburn curls in micro locs, a mikly chocolate complexion, and an easy grin that seemed to set her apart from the others. Mira came to be during a break, holding out water like a peace offering. “Thought so.” She plopped down beside me on the bench, I noticed her bright hazel eyes full of curiosity. “I’ve noticed you around, and I also noticed you are always so quiet.”

There were two chairs on one side and one on the other. Darius and I sat down next to each other while Mira went to the kitchen area and started pulling things off the shelves. She moved quickly for someone who looked so old and I couldn't stop staring at her. Her skin was dark and covered in wrinkles, her hair was completely white and hung down her back in a long braid. But her eyes were what really caught my attention because they were completely black with no white parts at all. "Stop staring child" Mira said without turning around. "It's rude."

Mira sat in the infirmary, not because she was injured, but because Headmistress Wren insisted she undergo post-core reintegration diagnostics. It felt invasive. Cold. The sterile lights buzzed above as the scanner swept over her temples, her wrist, her spine. “You’re still you,” the medical AI finally said, its voice filtered and emotionless. “Cognitive integrity: 98.3%. Neural drift: negligible. Mirror code residue: purged.” Mira didn’t smile. “Thanks for the confirmation.” But part of her still didn’t feel like her. Carl waited outside the infirmary door, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

Ronan’s POV Dawn had barely broken when Mira walked into my office, hovering like a shadow by the door. I was seated at the edge of my desk, arms folded, eyes skimming through a weathered scroll that detailed rogue sightings near our borders. She didn’t speak. Not for a full ten minutes. “Mira,” I said without looking up, “you’ve been standing there like a statue. What is it?” She fidgeted, her hands wringing together. “Promise me you won’t get all mad about it.”

A single word, flickering through every console, every satellite, every piece of Mira’s forgotten design: > ASTRA.ROOT

It doesn't change anything for him knowing, and he won't be pleased to hear I'm bringing along one of his siblings. Overhead Death could see the angel in question. They landed in front of him and made a small bow. "Mira. Pleased to meet you, sir." Mira stood 5'11" tall with long silver hair down to her back. She had green eyes and light skin and was wearing a white-clothed outfit that wrapped around her body. "You can fly or ride with me if you want. I don't know if you're used to an uništi's speed though." Death would prefer she fly but knew it could be taxing on an angel's mana.

she said with so much joy Amira was so confused as to how she had gotten here and who this woman was. As if the woman had read Amira’s mind she said “My name is Tarah.. Queen Tarah, my guards found you in the bush unconscious and then brought you here” Amira couldn’t remember anything other than the sharp pain she’d felt before she felt down. She clutched into her baby bump. Queen Tarah noticed how she held unto her stomach and smiled “I had my midwife check you since I noticed you were heavy with child and she told me the baby is okay and you where 5months gone” Queen Tarah said