Meira Touhou Novels & Stories

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

"In purple dawn, apparently the supporting character who is in love with the main character had gotten into an accident and ended up in a coma. She had many friends who stayed by her. Even though she never confessed her love to him, he sees her as an important person to him. It was implied that the main character pulled the plug on her after reading a love letter she kept hidden from him. It changed him as he dealt with her death." He was confused of the direction of this conversation. Even after what had happened at the Forest of Fear, he still hasn't read it nor does he care. "Chiemi-san did her research and updates on any discovery she could find. Hoshino told us everything else. Every fe

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

As I wondered who had set them off, a message from Amy popped up. "Carla, aren't they beautiful? Johnny set off all those fireworks for me. If you know what those fireworks mean, you'd better step aside and give up your title as Luna." I smiled. "You can keep Johnny, but the Luna title stays with me." Right after I sent that, Johnny connected with me through our mind-link, his roar giving me a headache. "Carla! What are you doing?! Amy's been crying ever since she texted you! Do you still want to remain as Luna? If you can't do the work, I'll find someone else who can!"

Another tall, incredibly striking girl sets her lunch tray down on a nearby table and steps forward. "You're the so-called Death God?" she asks haughtily. I glance at her. Dark sunglasses, scaled hands, and thick black hair that actually writhes and hisses into living snakes. "I am Medusa," she declares arrogantly. "Beat me, and Class 1 will recognize your status." I smirk. "Sure. Let's dance, darling." Her petrification is a terrifying, one-shot kill—but the weakness is embarrassingly obvious. I simply close my eyes.

asks Alpha Damon, and Theon rolls his eyes as I get closer and reach my hands to take Lyra away from Theon. He passes my sister to me, my hand brushes his hand, and I feel sparks and a tingling sensation. I look in surprise at Theon, who gives me a very wide smile. Rose and Kyle told me about the sparking and tingling sensation when you touch your mate, but until now, I have never felt this. Is the mate bond just getting stronger, or is it that Alpha and I have finally warmed up to the idea of being mates?

But Corvin had already taught the pack how to misread it. Maera moved forward as Corvin’s words settled into the crowd’s bones. Her voice was soft, reverent, steeped in years of performed sorrow. That gentleness terrified Mira more than any shout could have. “I have watched this girl with grief,” Maera said, her eyes finding Mira’s across the torchlight. “Born without a wolf. Drawn to sealed passages. A presence that makes our future Luna suffer.” She paused, letting the silence thicken. “A bloodline that awakens old doors best left closed.”

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

She leans on a staff etched in silver. Maera: “So the wolf returns. And he brings the spark-witch.” Ceres (quietly): “You’re Maera?” Maera (smiling faintly): “I see with more than eyes, child. Come closer.” Ceres steps forward. Maera reaches out and places her hand over Ceres’s sternum. Her fingers twitch. Maera (to herself): “Fire. Mist. Blood is both sacred and split. No wonder the throne trembled.” Ceres (nervously):