Dimension W Mira Novels & Stories

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

She told me to stop hovering over her like she was about to disappear. I laughed and it came out wrong with too much behind it but it was real. I told her to stop making it look like she might then she closed her eyes again. The line of her mouth had changed slightly and I held onto that. Dawn came through the high windows of the healing chamber with it being grey first and then pale gold. Mira's convulsions had stopped two hours ago and her breathing had steadied. The color in her face was not good but it was better than it had been at midnight.

Mira closed the door behind her and sat down across from me. I didn't look up. I was reading the latest ranking updates on my tablet, cross-referencing names against trial performance logs. A habit. Information was currency at Dominion and I never stopped collecting it. "Talk," I said. "Val Rhen," Mira said. "Three days of watching." "And?"

~Iris POV The sun had just begun to dip behind the western hills, casting long amber streaks through the tall windows of my private chambers. Mira sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the velvet sofa, a small smirk on her face as she held a video tape in her hands. I raised an eyebrow, curious and slightly wary. “You brought this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “I did,” Mira said, shrugging casually. “Thought you might want to see… how your little wolves are doing.”

The small room near the kitchen where Lev had been staying. One indicator was not on the estate grounds. "Mira," Dante said. I opened the channel fully and directed my attention toward the fourth layer signal. The transmission that came back was clearer than I expected. Mira had been in the deep territories long enough for her body to settle into the pressure. She was not distressed. She was methodical. She was sending through the Silvermoon adjacent resonance she carried from thirty one years inside Cain the same way Ronan had used his to reach me during the contact attempt.

Elena laughed, deeply and without fear. Outside, a thin snow started to fall, but inside the windbreak, it was almost warm. They named her Mira. Not because they agreed—Donovan suggested “Hope,” which Damon called too obvious, and Damon wanted “Grit,” which Elena loathed—but because, in the dawn glow, she looked up at them with eyes wide as old planets. Mira, she thought, because life reflected itself endlessly, and what was survival if not a function of mirrors?

Mira sat on the edge of her narrow bed, her fingers trembling against the rough blanket. Her throat still burned with the ghost of wolfsbane residue, a chemical fire that water could not fully douse. Nia moved quietly beside her, pressing a cool cup into her hands before checking her pulse and the dilation of her pupils. Mira whispered that she was fine, but the words tasted like ash. Beyond the thin wooden door, the servants’ quarters hummed with hushed speculation.

Elara demanded, her knuckles white as she gripped the vase. "I’m your neighbor. And your first lesson," the woman said, stepping into the light. She held up a keycard identical to Elara’s. "I'm Mira. Level 3. I’ve been in this 'Renaissance' for three months. I started exactly where you are—dumped, broken, and looking for a handout." Mira walked toward the kitchen, ignored Elara’s defensive stance, and poured herself a glass of water. "Julian Sterling’s ex, right? I saw the tabloids. He really did a number on you. You look like you’d break if someone sneezed too hard."

Miranda said with a chuckle. Tina got a bit mad at what she said and replied to her. “It's 2 meters long and 3 meters wide.” “Hmm, I see, it is easy to come out of. Exactly as I thought.” Miranda said, nodding her head with a smile on her face. “ What are you smiling about?” “Hm? Nothing.” Half of Miranda’s body was already inside the quicksand, the black scorpions and snakes were already surrounding her but she didn't mind and kept looking around.