Mira W Novels & Stories

I could see it in his eyes, he was stunned. However, after a short while, he frowned. “You can do that? What are you? A shaman?,” I sighed, and was about to speak when mira raised a hand, indicating that I let her do the talking. I nodded and stepped back. Mira adjusted her blouse And looked James dead in the eye. “I'm a part-witch, part-wolf, which means as a half witch I can cast spells and use magic.” James' eyes widened as he stared at her, I could tell he never expected that from her, this was the exact Reaction I had when I learnt about Mira’s true Identity.

"It's rude." "Sorry" I mumbled looking down at the table. "She didn't mean anything by it" Darius said. "I know what she meant. She's wondering if I'm really a witch or if this is all some kind of trick." Mira turned around holding a wooden box and set it on the table in front of us. "I am a witch. I've been practicing magic for longer than your great grandparents have been alive and I'm one of the few people left who knows how to work with blood seals."

“ A-alpha, are you sure? “ The werewolf with blowout taper stuttered. Adrian nodded. The werewolves feel into a deep thought. A woman stepped forward. Tall, broad-shouldered. She had an athletic figure and a long braid that extended all the way down to her waist. It was platinum blonde. She had a prominent jawline and a scar on her cheeks. The scar only served to accentuate her beauty. “You always love collecting broken and abandoned things, Alpha.” “Only the ones worth mending and collecting” Adrian replied. “ I have no problem with it. If there's a woman that can handle the Alpha, then it's her” The woman was called Mira. A werewolf Estelle remembered well. “ True, am sure she must be quit

"She's wearing my title, sleeping in the house I was supposed to live in, being called my Luna by people who spent three years laughing at her with me. So yes, I'm angry. I think that's a fairly reasonable response to the situation." Mira finally turned, and even after everything, her face still gave me a slight chill. Not because it was frightening exactly, but because it was so perfectly, unnervingly still. No age lines, though everyone who knew her history understood she had to be ancient. Eyes the color of still water that reflected things you couldn't quite see behind you. "You want revenge," she said. "I want my life back." "Those aren't the same thing." "Close enough." Mira set down h

Mira, standing near the side wall, went rigid. Every eye in the room shifted to her. "Step forward." She walked to the front of the hall. Back straight, chin up, I could see the fine tremor in her hands. She had no idea what was coming. "Mira will serve as Beta of Silvermere Pack." The hall buzzed. Mira's eyes went wide. "She knows this pack from the inside. She knows its people, its politics, its strengths and weaknesses." "She will be my second-in-command, my liaison to the members who don't yet trust me, the bridge between the old Silvermere and the new."

Mira whimpered softly in Luca’s arms as another wave of pain hit her. Luca held her tighter immediately. “You’re okay.” Lie. Nothing about this was okay. Damon looked at Mira carefully now. Really looked. Tiny scars along her wrists. Needle marks hidden beneath pale skin. A faint surgical line disappearing behind her ear. She’d spent years trapped underground connected to machines like a living component. And somehow She still smiled weakly at Luca. “You came back,” she whispered again. Luca’s eyes burned instantly. Because she still trusted him. After everything.

She rode forward. She was thirty-three years old and she was the Luna of Raven Pack and she was a Vessel Prime and a wife and a mother and a practitioner and a daughter who had found her mother and a girl who had survived being called cursed. She was all of these simultaneously, all of equal weight, none of them the version of her at the expense of any of the others. She was Miranda. She was going home. The road was long and warm and she rode it toward everything that was still ahead of her, which was considerable, which was exactly right.

Mira has some friends outside the country, I was sure she would be able to pull some strings for me. We rode through the familiar streets that led to the Gamma’s house. Mira was the first daughter of Gamma Alex Greenfield. Though her father needed a male child to succeed him as the next Gamma, the pack had to acknowledge Mira's skills and strength and deemed her fit for the position of the Gamma. We arrived at the Gamma’s house in minutes and I followed behind Mira to the front door. We hadn't reached halfway to the door when it opened to a light blue-dressed woman.

She knew Argan would not be able to resist. He might have forgotten Revania — but not Almira. And if his love for Devia had been born out of that resemblance… Then Mira Alandra would become the perfect embodiment of both women. --- A few days later, Revania decided to step out for the first time as Mira. She wore a simple white dress and a wide-brimmed hat; sunglasses concealed half her face. As she walked through the hotel lobby, people turned to look — not because they recognized her, but because she carried an aura that drew attention.

Mira. Feisty. Relentless. Unwilling to let me in. She stood out even among the other women at the firm. I’d met plenty of smart, beautiful women who’d bend over backwards for my attention—but Mira wasn’t one of them. She was different. I’d read her file—twenty-three, already surpassing her peers. Determination, elegance, intelligence. Add beauty, and she rose far above Gigs’ league.