Mira Trinity Seven Novels & Stories

in the battlefield was still playing fresh in his head like it was happening right there and then. Mira walked into the meeting room and greeted the elders. She wore a neutral expression even though a lot of emotions whirled up in her system. "How have you been?" One of the elders asked her. She simply nodded her head without responding verbally. The elder leaned forward and cleared his throat. He was careful not to sound too desperate and also not to offend her. He also knew that they had wronged her in the past, and he felt ashamed that they were the same people who were now ready to allow her work. They had become so desperate. They were aware that she was their only hope at that point.

“Mira.” “I am fine,” she said, though her voice was thinner now. The bond pulsed again. Hard. Kade ran a hand through his hair. Frustration rising fast. “This is not working.” “It is working,” Mira said, forcing steadiness. “We are just seeing the truth faster than expected.” “And the truth is?” Mira met his gaze. “You do not trust it.” Silence. The bond held. Tight. Waiting. Kade did not answer immediately.

The moonlight streaming through the tall windows cast long shadows across my study, and in the quiet darkness, I allowed myself a genuine smile—not the calculated expressions I'd worn for Mira's benefit, but something real, because I was anticipating. She had no idea what my real plan was. Luna Mira thought she was using me as a tool to eliminate Trinity, to clear the path for her precious political aspirations, and better her son’s lives. She believed I was motivated by some alliance with her, some shared goal of maintaining the status quo. How wrong she was.

Every movement she made was slow, deliberate, the kind of grace that came from training or instinct, or both. Savannah’s first instinct was to run to her. Her second was to grab Colton’s arm and keep him still. She did neither. “Mira…” Savannah’s voice cracked over the name. “Mira is gone,” she replied, stepping closer. “Magnira is what he calls me now. It means ‘the pure crown.’” Colton’s hand went to his jacket, fingers curling around the tranquilizer concealed there. Savannah felt it in the air—a ripple of tension like static before a lightning strike.

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?

She made Mira forget about me every single time. Mira quickly wiped my tears and hugged me tightly. "I had never imagined what I have been through all these years. You are the very person who used to find me in the huge crowd, effortlessly. Seeing you looking at me as if I am a stranger to you. It squeezes my heart. Mira, I want it to stop. I want to put an end to this agony. But I can't. I have tried everything in the last seven years. Nothing worked at all. I don't know what to do." I started crying crazily as I could not bear that pain anymore. She wrapped her arms around my head as I buried my face between the valley of her breasts. While I was crying crazily, she was trying her best to

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

Seraphina’s voice faded into the echo. > “If you want to save him—break the bond. Even if it means losing everything.” Mira’s pulse roared in her ears. “But if I break it, I’ll disappear.” > “Yes.” “Then it’s settled.” --- Back in the real world, Adrian awoke to the sound of glass breaking. “Mira!” he shouted, staggering from bed. He found her in the chapel, surrounded by glowing shards, her hands pressed against the mirror’s cracked surface.

“This isn’t finished. Trixie thinks she’s untouchable now, sitting on her throne with her pups. But nothing stays safe forever.” Kira swallowed hard. “You would… go after them?” Mira’s smile was bitter, twisted. “Not yet. But the day will come. She took everything from me — respect, my place, my future. I’ll take something from her in return.” The wind howled through the ridge, carrying her words into the dark. Kira hugged herself, eyes darting nervously. She had no fire left to argue. She followed, because what else could she do? But Mira’s heart was already burning with plans.

Her lips trembled, but no words came out. Mrs. Cunningham stood to the side, wanting to curse at me, but not daring to. Seven years of marriage. Twenty years of friendship. In the face of betrayal and lies, it had all become worthless. I had nothing more to say. I turned, ready to leave this nauseating place.