Novel & Cerita Mira W

It doesn't change anything for him knowing, and he won't be pleased to hear I'm bringing along one of his siblings. Overhead Death could see the angel in question. They landed in front of him and made a small bow. "Mira. Pleased to meet you, sir." Mira stood 5'11" tall with long silver hair down to her back. She had green eyes and light skin and was wearing a white-clothed outfit that wrapped around her body. "You can fly or ride with me if you want. I don't know if you're used to an uništi's speed though." Death would prefer she fly but knew it could be taxing on an angel's mana.

I watch intently as his fingers fly over the keys. "Okay. There it is. According to our hackers, your Mira's location for the past one year has been…" his voice trails off and his brows furrow. Something's not right. " Where is she, Damon?" I ask through gritted teeth. He looks up at me. " Las Vegas. Mira lives in Wemp Creek, Las Vegas." It feels like I have just been dealt a serious blow to the guts. I edge back a step, refusing to believe my ears.

They both turned their heads to look at Mira, who returned their gaze with furrowed brows. She was now processing all that had been spoken between Alpha Bastion and the elder, who appeared to have a personal grudge towards Bastion and everything he represented. She straightened her back, "I, Mira, the daughter of a fallen Lycan king of the Alpha Walkers Pack and the daughter to the Light Oracle of Morzovia, accept my fate in the court of justice. I will stand trial and answer the councils' questions as I have nothing to hide." She said loud and clear without the slightest hint of fear lacing her words.

Elara demanded, her knuckles white as she gripped the vase. "I’m your neighbor. And your first lesson," the woman said, stepping into the light. She held up a keycard identical to Elara’s. "I'm Mira. Level 3. I’ve been in this 'Renaissance' for three months. I started exactly where you are—dumped, broken, and looking for a handout." Mira walked toward the kitchen, ignored Elara’s defensive stance, and poured herself a glass of water. "Julian Sterling’s ex, right? I saw the tabloids. He really did a number on you. You look like you’d break if someone sneezed too hard."

"I need to make sure that the pack where my little girl is housed should be alert at all times. She needs to be protected at all times." Mira snapped out of her reverie and raised a brow at her master. "Axel, I don't understand you. A barbarian like you cannot simply soften over some hybrid. That too, her mother is a puny human." Axel chuckled. "Jealous, Mira?" Mira huffed. As if. She was Mira Valeria, one of the strongest coven witch to exist. She was not someone who was going to get jealous of some no name human, who was not even alive now.

“Alec.” His eyes flicked to Mira, who offered him a dazzling smile. “Hi, I’m Mira. Kehlani’s best friend, business partner, and all-around protector. Also, the person who will publicly destroy anyone who tries to hurt her.” She tilted her head. “Just putting that out there.” Alec’s lips twitched slightly, but he didn’t rise to the bait. “Noted.” I set my fork down. “What do you want, Alec?”

Selvara's POV I stared at the woman as her green eyes glowed faintly in the darkness. "Waiting for me?" I whispered. "Why? And how?" Mira smiled sadly. "Because I saw you in my dreams. I saw the silver-eyed omega who would change everything." "I do not have silver eyes," I said. "Not yet," Mira said. "But you will." Another woman stepped forward. She was taller and stronger than the others and her arms were covered in scars.

At their center stood Mira-Eve, her hair now cut into a sharp line above her shoulders, her white dress stark against the dim interior. “They’re mine now,” she said, gesturing to the children. “Taken from Echo’s labs before they could be… perfected.” Savannah’s voice was a low, shaking thing. “You’re leading them? You’re just a child yourself.” “I’m not a child,” Mira-Eve replied, her gaze gleaming. “I am Magnira. And they will inherit the world Weston tried to keep for himself.” The air seemed to thicken around them. Savannah could feel the sheer force of will radiating from the girl—no, the young woman—before her. “You think you’re free,” Savannah said quietly, “but you’re still his creati

Standing in front of me is Mira. She no longer looks like the polished, fancy version of herself that she maintain meticulously when she was still with Tristan. Her hair is a mess, chopped right around her shoulders instead of long and flowing, like she cut her hair herself with a pair of dull scissors. There are shadows under her eyes, dark and purple, almost like bruises. Her face is red and pale at the same time. There’s no glow. There’s no rest. She looks like she hasn’t slept properly in days. Her wrists are still bound by bandages but with no trace of blood.

Mira’s knees struck the stone with enough force that she winced. “I am Mira Carey,” she said through clenched teeth. “I pledge my allegiance to Luna Selene, Alpha Ronan, and BloodHowl. I offer my loyalty, service, and life in defense of the crown.” Her voice was barely audible, but the rage in her eyes screamed every word she refused to say. The satisfaction that moved through me wasn’t gentle or forgiving. For years, she had enjoyed watching me lower myself to serve her. She had laughed when Helene treated me like filth and joined in whenever humiliating me might earn her another scrap of attention.