Novel & Cerita Erza And Mirajane

When I spoke again, it was with both our voices layered together. “I am Eryndra, first daughter of the Moon Goddess’s creation. I have walked this earth for millennia. I have fought in wars that shaped continents and ended bloodlines. And you dare suggest that I… that we.. are not strong enough to protect these children?” “I’m not questioning your strength,” Mira said calmly, meeting those blazing red eyes without flinching. “I’m questioning your understanding of what these children truly are and what will come for them.”

No one is speaking, and that’s when I realize that everyone is waiting for me to give the next word. I want to laugh. Say, “Really guys?” but I don’t because I also know why I’m the one put on the spot: I’m the bridge between the zareths and the werewolves. Korrin is my mate, and Astrid and Maya probably think he will be more truthful if I ask him the questions. Fuckers… In exhale. “We are ready,” my eyes are focusing on Korrin’s yellow. “Tell us everything about the Khor-Azan.”

The pack pressed the advantage. AJ and Mira fought back-to-back, their movements synchronized. AJ took down two cultists with powerful swipes of his claws. Mira spun around him, her blade finding throats and hearts. They had trained for this moment, and it showed. "Your mate is impressive," Derek said, fighting beside them. "He's not bad himself," Mira replied, kicking a cultist off her blade. AJ grinned despite the chaos. "I heard that." "Good." Lyra stayed close to Elara, defending her from anyone who got too close. The young wolf's moonlight fur was stained with blood—some hers, most not.

She even ordered her own men to charge in and take advantage of the chaos. Keira tightly clutched Arka's jacket. Her eyes remained fixed on the man standing in the middle of the crowd. Like a God of War. Deep in her heart, the image of Reza, whom she had always thought about, gradually became blurred. On the other side, Mireya's eyes shone brightly. Her gaze followed every movement Arka made. His composure, precision, and flawless teamwork with Black Garuda. Her curiosity transformed into something far more dangerous.

“Aren't you caught by them? They won't harm you, will they?" I smiled and shook my head. “There were some things I had to lie about before. I'm not Rose; my name is Erza; I'm from Black Moon. Before, it was only because of reluctance that I had to stay on the alliance side.” Irene was shocked; she silently stared at me. That strange look made me a little sad. Diana suddenly appeared behind me; she looked at Irene and then said calmly. “Why do you seem so close to the enemy? She was arrested for losing the battle; what do you pity her for? If you get caught in return, will she feel sorry for you?"

The girl flinched but held her ground, hands raised to show she meant no harm. “I'm not here to fight,” she said quickly. “My name is Mira. I… I felt what happened. What you became. I had to come.” I lowered my hands, my enhanced senses detecting no deception from her. “I'm Aria. These are my mates, Kane and Zane. How did you find us?” “I followed the energy signature. I've never felt anything like it.” Mira's eyes filled with tears. “I thought I was the only one who was… different. Who didn't fit anywhere.”

Then— an explosion erupted across the eastern ridge. Silver fire burst into the sky. Council soldiers were thrown backward violently. Everyone turned sharply. A woman stood in the center of the destruction. Dark braided hair. Nightfall leathers. Silver resonance crackling uncontrollably around her arms. Lucien recognized her instantly. “…Mira.” Mira Vale looked down at her glowing hands in horror. “I didn’t do that…” But the resonance around her intensified anyway. Seraphine froze beside Althea. For the first time since arriving at Nightfall—

“Make sure nothing happens to her. If anyone interferes you stop it immediately.” Dave hesitates. “Even if it causes unrest.” I turn my head slowly. “Especially then.” He swallows. “Understood.” The second gate opens. I feel it in my bones before I see her. This one is dangerous. MIRA’S POV I barely have time to breathe. They don’t give me rest. The gate creaks open and she steps out. Zara. She’s lean. Scarred. Smiling like this is fun. Her eyes rake over me slowly.