Erza And Mirajane Novels & Stories

Patricia addressed the man, shocking me even more. The stranger I had a one-night stand with was Alpha Enzo, and he was also my mate. But why was he so stoic? I wondered how he could remain calm and collected in this situation. Wasn't he feeling the mate bond as I was? Why wasn't he shocked to see me? Didn't he remember me?

Every time my eyes met with Ezra, he stared back with worries in his eyes I can't even protect myself from Brett, how am I even supposed to balance the supernatural world. Someone knocked on the front door, Ezra told the person to come in. It was one of the pack warriors, Zeal. He walked into the dinner room. “Beta, Mira is here,” Zeal said. Ezra's face turned emotionless. “Fuck”.

Some would be sent to die, and others would be used until they did. It was dangerous for every magical being, and he knew Elaine, beneath the grumbling, she was looking for bandages, beyond her exterior. Andrew knew how beneath the anger and coarseness was resilience and kindness because the truth was she cared. The Magicae was a guide in the right hands, and a weapon of war in the wrong ones, and there were no better hands than Elaine’s. Feeling his gaze, she turned to face him, giving him a wary glance in return, “What are you grinning about?”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Blue is Ironfang," Mira said. "Red is Silverblood. Green is both." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Yes," she said. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Mira took the map. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She walked out. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Zara sat at the desk for a moment. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: why isn't it all green.

The queen smiled slyly at Eureka now and her current appearance faded off, replaced by a totally different Succubino appearance. The new face staring at Eureka with a sly grin had red flaming hair instead of the purplish black hair with the bony facial features of her mom. “It was a nice gimmick, pretending to be your mother, you’re one foolish girl!” The real Succubus queen said. “My name is Mirage Maja. I had everyone play along just to fool you.” “Even Orea,” Eureka said under her breath. She was beginning to like Orea and she knew Orea had no choice but to play along.

Mira stepped back with her hands trembling uncontrollably, her voice rising in a storm of rage and pain. “You think you’re protecting me?” she spat, her eyes blazing fire with her wolf snarling to get free. “You think caging me keeps me safe? You’re trapping me against my will, Alpha Elias! You’re no better than Alpha Kieran. You lied to me, hiding your true intentions all these days! You fucking liar!” The second warrior, Saria, stepped forward this time to grab her properly. “Miss, please, come with us,” she softly said, her hand hovering near Mira’s arm. Mira abruptly swatted it away, her voice turning sharper.

Zack walked over and hugged me as we ignored the growling from James and the other woman. “You found your mate,” I said. “James is your mate,” Zack said at the same time. Zack hugged James as I contemplated doing the same to the woman with her arm resting on a gun in her holster. I stopped myself. She didn’t seem like the hugging type. “And you would be right,” she smiled at me as if she read my mind. “Yeah,” Zack laughed. “Zira, this is Mirja, my mate.” We shook hands. “I can’t believe you’re James’ mate, and he never told me.”

Amanda answered absentmindedly. The High Lord daemon was confident that Amanda's answer filled in as a wry response to the Beta's inquiry. In any case, she was correct. Mira and Jazmine were associated with the end of the world, no matter which world they were born into. Two destroyers of the world were at that point in a similar pack. Furthermore, that stressed Stefano as this pack appeared to draw in such qualities.

She should be on the ground now! At the edge of the hall, a girl stood quietly with her head bowed. She wore a simple maid dress, her hair tied in a loose knot. Her name was Mira. She had been in the pack since childhood, a servant like Elara. She knew the pain of mockery, the sting of harsh words. She had watched Elara work, suffer, and still smile. She had seen her cry in silence when no one looked. And her heart had grown soft for her.

Mira stares at me with trembling hands. James holds himself like a shield in front of her. The warriors are frozen, caught between instincts and duty. I breathe slowly. The air tastes different here. Heavy with salt. Alive with life. Mira whispers, voice cracking, “I can feel Aria in you.” Her words hit me softly. Like a hand placed on my cheek. Ares stiffens beside me, uncertainty rippling through him. I release his hand and step forward alone. A gasp cracks through the group like lightning.