Mira W Novels & Stories

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

But she never did. Then there was the secret no one knew. The secret that followed me every single day. The reason I couldn't stand looking into her eyes for too long. Years ago, when Maria was almost old enough for her first shift, our pack healer gave her a rare herbal tonic. It was meant to strengthen a young wolf before it awakened. Mom left it on the kitchen table. I remember staring at the bottle. Everyone was excited. Everyone kept talking about how, once Maria shifted, she'd probably be stronger than anyone expected.

“She’s your daughter. I get that it messes with your head. But she’s also an active carrier heading straight here, riding a protocol in her bloodline that none of us really understand. Both things are true.” He looked down. “I know.” “So help me, then. Tell me everything. Her name is Mira, she’s twenty, northwest territory. What else?” He swallowed. “She’s a teacher. Kids. She’s been teaching for two years since she finished school. Her mother always told her the family line had survived rough times and she needed to keep quiet and safe.” He stopped. “She’s never been in a pack. She spent her whole life unaffiliated, because I asked her mother to keep her outside the structure.”

“What happened? What happened to you?” “She grabbed me by my hair Scarlett,” Mira said, and dragged me across the floor and nobody, not one person said a single word. She told me I was going to be her personal lab rat for every experiment she runs.” Her voice dropped. “She is working on something new. Some kind of medicine for wolves. She has been at it for days now and I do not know what it is but this morning she told me I would be the first one to test it.” “Mira.” I kept my voice steady. “Do not touch anything she puts in front of you, do not eat or drink anything from her, and also don’t let yourself be alone with her in the testing section.”

Although Mira could not remember anything about her past for now, she had a gift. From when they were younger, Mira could tell almost fully accurate predictions of things that were going to happen. At first it was fun until she began to see the evil as well and then she began to worry for safety. The day before she had left home for the palace, she had told Sierra about a dream she had of being beside a female leader and had other wolves beneath them.

Mira was wearing one of his polo that barely cover her ass. My chest tighten at the sight, but I quickly mask it with a graceful smile. Varek glance up at me, his mouth part, eyes wide open like someone who had just seen a ghost. Mira glance back at me too, her brows furrow slightly. “You’re glowing,” Mira said sweetly. “Though I always thought Lunas were meant to look regal, not like they’d just crawled out of someone’s bed.” She turns towards Varek. “Don't you think?“

Elia whispered in her mind, before her head fell forward in surrender. Mira reached the wooden steps and placed her foot on the first one. She paused, turning her head slowly to face the crowd with a gaze that cut like a blade. “I am your Luna,” she declared, each word laced with an undefiable authority. “...and you will obey me.” Her voice was steady and unshaken. “I, Mira Grands, take full responsibility for Elia Riverra, and her due punishment will be given by me… and no one else.”

he said, voice almost too low to hear, “you’ll have your vengeance.” Tammy came next—tall, rigid, her silver-blonde hair braided in a soldier’s crown. “I do,” she said simply. “For the Luna. For the Alpha. For every cub born under this sky.” And then came Mira. A hush swept the clearing as she stepped forward. Wolves parted like the sea for her. Even now, decades after the Kaldea Wars—Mira moved like legend made flesh. Her twin daggers hung easy at her hips. Silver streaked her braids. Her throat bore the scars of battles fought beside Noah’s mother.

Sirie said, while prudence nodded her head. Mira stood there watching herself in the mirror, realizing how everything was real. She wasn't in a comma from the accident, she could touch, feel, smell, taste everything. And here she was, to be a Queen. Mira knew this title was not for her and Kade was absolutely right, she was not meant to be a queen. She touched her fabric, she loved this beauty. She couldn't even protection Maya, how will she be able to protect these powerful beings?.

she said, afraid that she might have been too obvious. “Your face looks very familiar” the lady added. On hearing this Amira’s heart started thumping. “You must be the wife of the blacksmith” the lady said getting even closer to her. With great relieve that she wasn’t recognized, she face her and played along. “I’m vina” the lady said extending her hand for a hand shake. “I....I’m , Am .....m... Mika” Amira stuttered. Vina chatted with her for a bit, and she noticed she loved talking. But then she was such a beautiful lady and she wandered what brought her here.