Novel & Cerita Mira Bakugan

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

They play dance dance revolution and failed miserably since none of them can dance. They play Mario Kart, and Tank-Tank she won both, of course. Saga also play claw crane. He didn't win anything though but he did tried —six times to be exact, until Kira decided it was enough. Saga protested about it, telling her he was so close but really he said that everytime and in Kira's defense, it was painful to watch him struggle and keep failing. So she asked him if they can play another shooting game instead because she quiet enjoyed it.

“You think the two of us can sneak into that evil kingdom and find the Heart of Magic without getting ourselves killed?” A flash of images from the future shot before her eyes. Nya saw herself riding into Beelzanborg on the dragon’s back, landing in the dark, and infiltrating the castle. She saw the gem in her hand, the dragon in chains, a choice to be made. “Yes,” she said. “I know we can do it.”

It was Mira. Her posture was tight, her movements too cautious, like someone trying not to be seen. I frowned, watching her for a heartbeat longer before stepping directly into her path. “Where are you going, Mira?” I asked calmly, though my eyes narrowed. She jolted, her eyes wide for a heartbeat before she schooled her features into something more composed. “To the training yard,” she replied smoothly. “Rowan instructed me to train harder.” I cocked an eyebrow, my gaze sliding down to the cloak she wore. Hardly training attire. I folded my arms.

Lilian instructed the maid again and the maid could do nothing but follow her orders. Mia felt trapped, she felt scared and she knew that things were never going to be the same again. Lilians's POV I was happy and at the same time very mad. Yes, sounds funny but that was exactly how I felt. Finally all my sister's wealth was going to be mine, my company has been having very big problems and with the share I am going to get after I take full custody of Mira. But I still have to be very careful because there is a possibility that she ain't dead yet. But what if she is? Who could possibly want her dead?.

Just as she left, Mira came out of her hiding, she walked towards the well, and with a grin plastered on her face, she kicked the bucket and the contents fell, she made sure she threw the fetcher inside the well before she felt fulfilled of her mission. “Hmmm, done. Let's see if she will come out of this,” she mumbled and dusted her palms off the sand. Then she turned and walked away, feeling victorious. She has always had a bad aura for Aurora, working for the queen, and Xena makes things easy for her. Now, she wants to find the masked girl before anyone does. She raised her shoulder, feeling on top of the world, as she strolled back inside the palace. 🥦🥦🥦🥦

Miguel stood next to me with a worried look on his face and a glass of water in hand. Kira panted heavily, receiving the glass of water with gratitude. After taking about two full glasses, she inhaled, holding my gaze. “Mira was behind the kidnap.” She said I stared at her looking dazed, “what does Mira have to do with all of this?” I asked in disbelief. “She did that to serve as a warning for me to stay away from you. And I must say, I really underestimated her.”

She would never agree to take it easy at home. “Do you think more monsters will try and come for me after I awaken?” Aurora asks from her seat. She looks absolutely adorable sitting there in a pink hoodie and faded jeans. Her brown hair comes down in curls, and her makeup is on point. She is wearing green contact lenses today, which suits her - even if I prefer her purple eyes. “I think so,” I won’t lie to her and sigh. “Purple-eyed werewolves are very special - you know that. They are descendants of the first wolves. The monsters know that and want your blood.”

Mira blinked innocently. Jack hugged her waist and pulled her close to him and whispered “This…. Only you can give…” “Rogue… go away.” Mira pouted. “Ha…ha…ha…”