Erza And Mirajane Novels & Stories

Nyra. The name does what nothing else could. I roll onto my side, and pain lances through my ribs so hard I taste copper, but I push up anyway, because past the haze and the falling grit I can see her. Chained to that altar, silver light crawling up the binding circle around her, and she isn't moving. "Kael!" Mira's voice cuts through the ringing, rough and close. She drags me up by the arm before I've fully found my feet, blood sheeting down one side of her face from a gash at her temple, both blades still in her fists like she never once considered dropping them.

Of sand, but not the dark, brownish sand of the shore; this was the purest white sand I had ever seen, stretching endlessly, mirroring the vastness of the sea. “There you are!” It was the same woman from my previous visions, the one named Erza Soltharic—the daughter of Beta Gaven, or so she had introduced herself. My supposed ancestor. A young boy came running toward her, possessing the same distinctive blonde hair and striking blue eyes. My great-great-grandfather, perhaps? I wasn't certain of the connection. “Mama!” he cried, leaping onto Erza with a joyful hug that made her stumble and fall onto the sand, both of them dissolving into bright laughter.

Mira whispered to Lizzy as they kept staring at Elara, who seemed completely lost in her thoughts. “Do you think it’s the Alpha? Or Anika?” Lizzy whispered back. “I don’t know,” Mira said, shaking her head. They continued whispering until the Alpha suddenly appeared, walking with Prince Darius and Beta Luciano had a few guards trailing behind them. Elara swallowed hard, her eyes burning into Kane’s. She didn’t even realize Lizzy was tugging on her arm, urging her to bow. “Elara!” Lizzy hissed. “You’re burning holes into the Alpha!”

That’s why I could tease him like this and I could move in front of him without any pretension. “Yah!” Mirajane walked towards us and pinched my ears. “Do you want to trigger Heiji’s fans club this time?” I grunted when she pulled me by the ear. “Aww!” “You silly girl! You know that Heiji is almost as popular as Ibarra! Why would you do that?!” “Sorry!” I removed her hand that was holding my ear and ran towards Hera. “Save me!” Hera laughed. “It’s really good to have you back, muse.”

“And, if I have to remind you, then let me remind you again that you were not selected because you resemble Mira. I’m sure Dorian had already assured you that.” “I know, and yes, he did.” “Then why are we repeating it?” “Because I know there’s more," she sighed. “Seraphine told me enough. She said Mira was human. She was connected to you. And she was the mate of an Alpha.” Ares looked at the painting. Irene waited. For once, she didn’t fill the silence. Eventually he said, “Mira human, yes, and she was a seamstress.” That was not where Irene expected him to start.

Silver forests growing from bare stone. Something enormous rising from an ocean of stars. Wolves running before wolves had kingdoms. Fae before courts had crowns. Magic before anyone had divided it into names. Then I saw him. Ardan. But not the echo we had met. He was alive. Young. Powerful. A black wolf ran beside him. And near him stood a woman surrounded by pale light. Eira. I stopped breathing. “Kazan.” “I saw them.” “They’re alive.” “Were alive.”

They barely managed to survive the first four monsters and now there's more than a dozen of them, clearly outnumbering them. Serra took Mira's hand and looked at her. Their eyes locked and she saw all the memories they created together in her blue eyes. Serra held Mira's hand tightly, speaking through her golden eyes that they can do it together. She smiled a little and let go. Serra stood bravely, facing all the Reapers. She stared at them, her golden eyes were fierce and vicious. She let the rage inside burned her. The sword on her right hand vibrates with power, she dropped her left hand and it burned in heavenly fire.

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

He let out. “Mira, her name is Mira. And is not just anyone, she is your mate and a human. You are killing her.” Sirie said but he simply got up, walking right past her. But immediately she stood right in front of him. “Think carefully, Kade. You’re not an animal, you are not one of those…………..”

Fire. And he was caught in the edges of it. Wrong shape. Wrong role. He shouldn’t be here, and yet, the pull inside him wouldn’t let go. His instincts didn’t lie, not in battle, not in politics, and not now, when his chest burned in rhythm with hers. Mira, the enforcer with silver eyes and a scar that curved like a warning across her collarbone. She’s mine, the bond whispered, yet she stood tethered to an Alpha who barely acknowledged Jace’s existence.