Mha Miruko Mga Nobela at Kwento

" N-o! Lea-ve m-e dammit!" Lifting him up making his feet to hang in the air. He is made to hang in front of Miraki. The sight making dread to settle in him. Miraki i.e the strongest wolf in history was an almost triple size wolf with jet black fur. Red eyes. Long barred canines and an aura that can make a pup piss. His nails were like pointed knives which could kill by mere touching. Yet the most striking thing was that mark of 7 stars on his back. Connected by a yellow light of thread.

He collided with the wall then fell on the ground with a loud thud. Using a spell, Marsha tied Mira with the ropes of her power. Mira tried to move but instead, she fell on the ground. "Your child is mine. I will take it's soul to my masters. They will reward me with amazing power." Marsha roared at Mira and tried to stab Mira with the sword Lucifer had sent for Mira. Sierra threw the ninja blades on Marsha and one of the blades went through Marsha's belly. She spat blood as she fell on the ground, clutching her stomach. Mira's eyes glowed and she broke free from the spell ropes.

Mira's husband fell silent the moment she pushed his drink to his lips. Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a way to silence your husband, Mira. Marco, who was sitting casually with one arm resting on the back of my chair, chimed in. "I heard you're Hazel's friend from high school. What a lasting friendship." Mira chuckled, meeting Marco's gaze without the slightest hint of fear. "And I plan to stay by her side forever. I'm her strongest ally, who will exterminate the evil insects around her."

Cohen shouted in the mind link. Mira's main objective was herding the hellhounds to the cliff at the end of the territory and let the hellhounds fall to their death. But she had to make the ultimate move to bring the hellhounds down. As soon as she saw the cliff just a few steps in front of her, she cast a glance at her mate and winked. Mira jumped off the cliff, and the hellhounds followed her. As she free fall from the height, something bumped against her body, and she was carried in the other direction while the hellhounds fell to their death.

Before anyone did a thing, the woman behind Alpha Milo got up from the wall. Walking towards us, she said, “alright, we have a big ass job to work with. My name is Mara, I’m Marcela’s mother, and Mira is Miracle's mom, I’m going to go on a limb and say you,” she points at my antes body on the bed, “are Miracle?” She nods, a bit frightened.

Mira looked sympathetically at me. “You must have somebody stronger than they are,” she said. I frowned. “Is that even possible?” She did not respond on the spot. Rather, she was tapping her fingers on the table as though she was thinking. Then she said, “There may be one person.” I lifted my head. “Who?” Mira hesitated for a second. “Lucian Silverfang.” The name meant nothing to me. “Who is that?” I asked. Mira threw back her chair.

“This is Mika. One of healer Mira’s daughters.” Oh I see. That makes sense. I now remember that I used to see her pouting when healer Mira refused to let her stitch a wound because she is only six years old and the patient is scared to let her do it. So there's another one here who knows about Johanis’ real capability..

If she could, she just might. “I will, thank you Miss”. Her thoughts and words do not match. She obediently chews on a piece of pork. Misa nods in satisfaction. “You’re the opposite of your nestmate”. Her words startle Sakura. She looks up at the alpha in surprise. “According to Miyamura, he’s obsessed with meat”. Miyamura is aware of Sorahiko’s likes? And he discusses Sorahiko’s habits with…Misa?. Suddenly, the piece of pork she’s chewing on tastes stale. She swallows it and puts down her chopsticks. She’s already eaten a reasonable amount.

Everything seemed intact. But the note… The spy wasn’t coming from the outside. They were already here. Inside the warded tent, Mira moved toward the potion cache when she felt it. A shift. A breath that didn’t belong. She spun around—dagger drawn. But she was alone. Or so it seemed. Then her reflection blinked. And smiled. The mimic stepped from the shadows—a perfect copy of Mira, every freckle and line mirrored. But the eyes were wrong. Just a little too dark.

I complained, hands on my hips. Seven and Seleira were down in the field handling the rest of the she-wolves, while we were up on this hill doing backflips. It felt absurd. Zayn smirked. “I promise, it’s not a joke. Trust me, this is essential training.” “Essential? Really? Because it feels more like a circus act!” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “Hey, if you wanted to be a clown, you could’ve just said so,” he teased, crossing his arms. “But seriously, you’ll thank me later.”