Erza And Mirajane Novels & Stories

12 - 8 = 4. Elara stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, the pact mark under her sleeve still faintly glowing. First Line. Darius was beside her, quiet, reading the reports twice. Kade and Ryn stood near the door, both patched up, both pretending they weren’t watching each other. Mate bond. Mira sat with Aria and Elias at the far end. Aria was asleep, 12, head on the table, Mira’s hand on her shoulder. Elias was awake but silent, 17, staring at his hands. Prince. First kill.

Until she said the one thing I couldn’t forgive: “She must be contained.” I stepped forward, voice cold. “She is not a weapon.” “She’s not a girl anymore.” “She’s mine.” Elira stared. Then, quietly: “Then maybe it’s time you choose who you’re loyal to.” 8. Mira’s Name That night, the Grove burned. Not in fire. In truth. Mira stood at the Spiral’s heart. Her hands lifted to the seed chamber above. Her voice stronger than ever before called out a single name:

’ I finished off, glaring hard at Tyler who was now cracking his neck to the side. “Surrender before it's too late, Tyler!” I called out, to which he laughed. “I'm not the one in a disadvantageous position, Zeke. You guys are.” He laughed again. “Our powers combined, are enough to bring you down,” Mirah scoffed, oozing a celestial aura that compelled me to kneel to her feet and worship her. She looked so breathtaking; like she was born for this. And this powerful woman was mine. Together, we'll wipe out this abomination.

Their eyes met across the battlefield. “You’re too late,” Mira called, her voice echoing like thunder. “The storm is mine. The world will be reborn—free from Council lies, free from Vein shackles. Free of weakness.” “You’re the only one shackled!” Aria shouted back. “By your obsession. Your pain!” “I’m beyond pain,” Mira said, stepping down from the altar as the core above it began to spin, forming a vortex of silver and black. “I’ve become what we were meant to be!”

“That Mira was watching.” All eyes turn to her. Mira steps fully into the circle now. “I memorized your sigils,” she says quietly. “Every one. Not bad for a whore, right?” Elira’s gaze snaps back to me. “You couldn’t have known.” “I didn’t need to,” I say. “You taught me everything.” The dagger glows brighter. Cracks spiderweb across the collars. Elira lunges one last time. I catch the fallen sword and drive it clean through her heart.

She didn't know if it was an illusion played by the warlock, but she vaguely saw Azarias's figure. At that moment, the crystals exploded. Mira's vision turned black as Azarias's desperate expression was the last thing that occupied her sight. He was mouthing Mira's familiar nickname, there seemed to be tears in his eyes...

When my hand touches the person's skin, I feel a cool sensation that makes me want to touch more. But the strong scent of this person's perfume made my nose sting. I realized she wasn't Sharmaine, so I pushed her away and tried to come to my senses. My vision was sometimes blurry, but enough to see the girl's face. She's Erza, not Sharmaine. "Why you're here? Where's Sharmaine?" I asked coldly. Ezra replied in a coy voice, "This is my room. If I'm not here, where am I? Sharmaine isn't here, but I'm here, okay? I can make you happier than her!"

Almost… elegant. She walked barefoot across the mirrored surface, her reflection perfect beneath her. Her voice slid like a scalpel between them: “You killed the seed. Well done.” “Now let’s see what grows.” Syra stepped in front of Sera. “If this is another test ” Mira tilted her head. “It’s not a test, Syra.” She smiled the kind that always meant war. “It’s a reckoning.” The sky split. The mirrored ground cracked. The reflections Sera-as-Mira, Syra-as-Kirin rose from the surface, pulling themselves into being.

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

“Y-you…!” Ana grinned and let out a sigh, her appetite diminishing even further. “Well, allow me to introduce myself,” Ana said, extending her hand towards them and gently removing the mask that concealed her face. “I am Ana Mystica, and I’ve returned.” Mateo's and Chloe's eyes widened in disbelief as they stared at the figure standing before them. It was the person they believed to be long gone, the person they thought was dead. “N-no way… I-It can’t be…” “A-Ana…”