Mha Miruko Novels & Stories

The Luna assessing the man before him, and Akiro not wanting to back down. It was the Luna who broke eye contact. She nodded her head in approval, of what, Akiro didn’t know. The edge of her lips curled up and if Akiro wasn’t looking at her, he wouldn’t have seen it. It made him more confused. Why did she grin? And why does she look amused and approving? Akiro can’t seem to read what’s on her mind, and it made him all the more nervous. “Very well. We’ll see about that,” Mirien said, then she turned to Ari and Maki. “You two. Go get him some food. We’ll talk later.”

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

But someone has suspected Hyomi. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Mira asked annoyed at a suspicious teenage girl, while removing her mask. "I'm sorry, Ahjuma." "What?! Ahjuma?!" Mira's emotions exploded when the boy called her ahjuma. His hands clenched very tightly. Am I that old?

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

I held my hand up, walking backward to attract their attention. Several young warriors ran over, eager to train. A brunette woman with olive skin walked over and held out her hand. “Hi! I’m Mira. Mira Cook. I’m the one who usually works with the young warriors, but there’s no reason why we both can’t work with them, if it’s okay with you.” “Yes, of course.” I shook her hand, smiling. “I completely agree. Why don’t you show me what you usually do, and I’ll chime in?”

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

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I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

Tink. Her smile didn’t move. Howell’s gaze swept. “A Luna to be of the Black River Pack, Mira of the North, do you accept as an opponent?” Mira’s smile was winter sun—bright, brittle. “Gladly.” Talia felt Lucian go still, every muscle wanting to stand between them. Mira leaned closer, honeyed poison. She crossed her legs slowly, deliberately. Her heel tapped once on stone — a slow, elegant threat. "You know," she paused for effect. "I could have had Lucian or Casius. Or both. "

he continued, “but we still aren’t guaranteed a tomorrow.” Claire grunted as she pulled herself up to one knee, then reached over to her beamlance and propped it over the desk. “Oh, don’t worry,” she said. “No goddamn way they’re gonna get us.” She then pointed her beamlance at a section of sheet metal, punched right through it, and into the Hallowed that was hiding behind it. It didn’t even make a sound as she severed its spine and killed it instantly. ~ Miko felt transcendental as she dove head-first into her True Multitasking State. She felt vibrations and pulses as electricity swept throughout the entire logic circuit. Waves of code washed over her as she conducted her three Mirrors, and