Laxus X Mirajane Novels & Stories

Lydia said in an irritated tone and she even dared to raise her eyebrow at Mirage. " How am I disrupting your work, actually? " Mirage said and she slipped her hands on her jeans pocket and gave Lydia her bored look. ' This woman is insane. How dare she talk back to me like this. She doesn't look like she could afford anything from our shop. She doesn't look like she has money on her at all! Ha. I'm going to put you in your rightful place! ' Lydia crossed her arms on her chest and flashed her malicious grin.

It was as though Mirage's indifference had chained me to the floor, my fury trapped beneath layers of disbelief and pain. And then Mirage did the unthinkable. "You ask about my Luna," he said, his voice calm, deliberate, echoing through the chamber like a blade against stone. He glanced down at the delicate brunette clinging to his arm. She lowered her lashes, feigning shyness, though her faint smile betrayed her triumph. "This," Mirage said, his hand tightening around hers, "is Lilah. And it is she who I intend to make my Luna." The words fell like thunder. Gasps tore through the council. Some Alphas surged to their feet, outrage in their eyes. Others leaned forward, stunned into silence. J

It was barely anything at first, just a change in the air, so subtle it might have been imagined, like the space before a name is spoken, or the hush before a heartbeat. There was warmth—soft, hesitant, like sunlight brushing against skin after too many days of cold—and my eyes fluttered open, half-expecting another illusion, another cruel trick shaped by Morpheus to keep me tethered to this endless suffering. But what I saw wasn’t a trick. Through the mist, through the cracks of the broken dream, two shapes emerged—and one of them, even in the blur of shadows, was unmistakable. Luxiana. And beside her, moving with that same easy, deadly grace I had come to know, trust, and love, was Mira.

“She’s a traitor. She shouldn’t even be—” “Better a traitor than a bitch,” Mira shot back, her voice trembling with anger and desperation, glaring daggers at Lyra. Lyra gasped. “What?” “I am your Luna!” Lyra snapped at her, voice heavy with authority and fury. “Yeah… a Luna-tic,” Mira muttered, her glare still fixed on Lyra, daring her to push further.

He sees her as a friend only. “But I don’t love you,” he said, moving away from her. She is not even his type, Lillian is more his type. She is a literal walking goddess, so pretty, with beautiful skin. He tried not to make it too much because she saw him as her little brother and he respects her for that besides his mate is still somewhere out there and he is patiently waiting for her but Mirabel was fuming. How dare he not replicate my love! She waved her hand and a dark flower appeared. Then her eyes glowed as she blew the flower on his face. She watched as he blinked his eyes repeatedly, the dark magic entering his body. Then his eyes glowed gold, and he looked at her and suddenly he was

“I can't leave here without giving them the seal. Alternate Mira doesn't have the magic to defeat Alexa, but I do… we do. I'm starting to think fate was involved in bringing us here after all.” A brief pause, then Lira nodded. “If you're in… then I'm in.” A small smile broke out on Mira's face, the corners of her lips tugging and tugging until it was wider than she intended it to be. For that blissful second, the voices stopped. Lira rose to her feet, dusting her pants. “Get your ass up, Mira. You need a bath.” She snickered, taking Lira's outstretched arm. “Is that your way of saying I stink?” She joked.

I lick my lips in anticipation. Without warning, I wrap my fingers around the thick organ, secretly thrilled at Mason's sharp intake of breath. "I can imagine all the wicked things you want to do to me right now, Mr. Lachlan." I say, meeting his heated gaze. He sinks a palm into my hair. "Do not fucking play games with me, Mira." He says through gritted teeth. Mock innocence fills my gaze "I would never." Then I hook my fingers through the elastic band of his Calvin kleins and roll them ever so slowly over his hard thighs.

Eastin shot Emry a look that promised revenge later, but before he could retort, Lira spoke — quiet, even, but with that steel-edged grace she carried into every sentence. “You assume I’m going,” she said to Mirae. “Of course you are,” Mirae replied without missing a beat. “It’s practically required of pack legends. You’ll terrify the suitors and make the rest of us look composed.” Lira huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “You’re impossible.” “Correct,” Mirae said. “Now, Eastin, you were saying?” “I wasn’t,” he said. “Then maybe you should,” Mirae teased, hopping down from her crate and wandering off toward the supply tents, humming as if she’d merely rearranged destiny and was quite pleased w

Mira stands over me, holding a long device glowing in her hand. “You’re coming with us,” she says coldly. “No…” I croak, trying to rise. But another jolt hits me. My body jerks, and I collapse again. I turn my head and find him—those golden eyes now furious. The amusement is gone. “Let her go,” he says, low and lethal. “She’s coming back with us,” Levi shouts, lunging with his blade. But he doesn’t even get close. In the blink of an eye, Golden Eyes moves—so fast it’s like the air bends around him. Mira hits the ground with a grunt. Levi stumbles. And suddenly, I’m on my feet, pulled up by strong arms.

“I just wish things hadn’t gone south. I should have my mate and get the hell out of here. I wonder how Mom would react if I told her about this.” “You can’t tell Jasmine. She’d freak out,” Kai growled. “You know she’s not the type to go quiet. It could cost us our entire plan. We wait until Sleeping Beauty wakes up—then we figure out how to get our mate back. Simple.” Knox stared at Lydia, studying every curve of her peaceful face. “I don’t know... but something about her calms me. When I held her earlier, her pain disappeared. What does it mean, Kai? Are you connected to her wolf or something?”