Mikaela Straus Novels & Stories

"don't touch." He took his hand back, worry written all over his face. "I'll make them save you, Blair." "Blair is gone, Blair is gone, no more Blair." Jack sat there thinking for a second, staring deep into my eyes, searching for answers to help them. "Luna Wicken, you are strong stronger than any other magical creature. The stroys tell the tale of how you are worshipped and feared by all. Make those stroys true and fight" he put his hand on my knee.

She never imagined that she could be that wild to the point of forgetting where she was. ‘Ooh my God, I don’t know how uncle Eliphas is going to look at me from today onwards. My perfect image has crumbled right before his eyes and I have nowhere to hide.’ Maya thought. Her mind was screaming in frustration while Calista almost her head off in her mind.

Every guard immediately straightened. My attention snapped toward the stone pathway as Mikaela North finally appeared. And instantly… Something inside me shifted. The young woman walking toward me looked nervous enough to bolt at any second. She couldn’t have been much younger than me, though the tension in her face made her seem smaller somehow. Her pale blue dress moved softly around her ankles while her hands remained clasped tightly in front of her like she was trying to steady herself. Keiran moved subtly closer to me anyway. Mikaela stopped several feet away before lowering her head respectfully.

I usually came in from Mikaela's window. Her door was open, letting a slight breeze dance through her room between her window and door. Mikaela's back was turned to me, her head bobbing with the music in her ears. She seemed fine. More than fine. Better off than I felt this morning. "Luciana!" Her mother screamed one last time, making the girl snap her neck towards where I stood. The woman slid into the room and all I could smell on her was disgust. Probably towards me. Mikaela smiled lighting up the room like she always did when she saw me. She was in yoga pants and a branded purple tee. Messy strands of hair fell from the bun she had put it in, but someone had never looked more beautiful t