Mira W Novels & Stories

Her voice was quiet, but it carried through every corner of the healing wing. “You named me wolfless.” No one moved. “You named me curse-carrier.” Her wrist mark burned open like an unblinking eye. “But before this trial names me anything else, hear what I name myself.” Darius watched her, still and proud in a way he did not speak aloud. Mira looked at Cassia’s silver eyes, then at the lower door, then directly at Maera. “I am Mira Vale. I was emptied before my first shift. I am not here to steal Luna silver. I am here as witness to the wolf stolen from me.”

Callum looked at her and something happened in his face that he couldn't control and I watched it happen and filed it away. Mira walked in and sat down without being asked and looked at the council and acknowledged "my name is Mira. I was Alpha consort of this pack for twenty two years. Eight years ago I gave an order that resulted in the deaths of two wolves and the displacement of their child." She held the council's gaze. "I am here to provide full testimony and accept whatever consequence this council determines appropriate." The room was very quiet. Callum leaned forward slightly. "Mira," he urged carefully. "You don't have to..."

Stay close. Bianca’s gaze flicked to his hand. “Adrian,” she said softly, “you’re being very attentive.” “Be careful,” Adrian said. Bianca laughed. “Always.” A donor woman approached—older, diamonds bright. Her eyes flicked over me like I was a purchase. “This is her?” she asked Bianca, not me. “This is Mira,” Bianca said. “Adrian’s wife.” “A nurse,” the woman said, and the word sounded like dirt. “How… charitable.”

“Mira? Hello? What’s going on?” Mira rubbed her eyes dramatically with both hands, as if trying to clear her vision. She stared again, at Aurelia, then at the retreating figure. The resemblance had been uncanny. Without another word, Mira dropped the wipes she had been holding into the cart with a clatter and bolted toward the exit.

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws

“Hydration doesn’t mean distraction. Give it a rest..” The witch smirked faintly and disappeared into another room. She returned moments later with a glass and handed it to Elton before taking a seat across from us. “I suppose introductions matter,” she said smoothly. “I'm Mira.” Mira?! Nice name.. Her gaze returned to me. “You came.” “I did.” I didn’t waste any more time as I too a step foward. “Can you truly resurrect her?” The air in the room shifted slightly. She didn’t hesitate.

But tonight, the place felt colder, emptier. Mira stood near the window, silhouetted by the glow of city lights. She was wearing a sleek black dress, her hair pulled into an elegant bun. She turned slightly as I entered, a sly smile playing at the corner of her lips. “Cross,” she purred. “Always so punctual.” “Mira,” I said, closing the door behind me. “What do you want?” She turned fully now, her arms crossing over her chest. “Word travels fast, darling. Especially when you go around slaughtering my men at the docks.”

The café is the most cheap out of all cafes on the whole Glasshorn island. “Oh thank god you are here! He makes me super nervous when he is like that.” Mira said while picking the coffee cups from the nearby Table. She is a waitress here, works part time and is the coolest girl I know after Riley. She has these fun tattoos on her hands and neck and the most shocking fact is she has blue eyes and still no snobbishness in sight. She is so down to earth that sometimes I almost forget it that, that she is the part of the upper section of the society here. “Do you think I can handle him? no ways. I am just here because Sasha called for help with the work load.” I said as I looked for my apron han

Mira said rhetorically as Ophelia rolled her eyes. The room could be read... they were just a group of people who hated themselves but came today to plan another's downfall. Mira, daughter of Michela and next in line to the throne, had always hated Ophelia, but because she also needed to teach Lilith a lesson, that was the main reason she stuck her ass down the chair. She had no business with the Tribrid because she knew she was never going to get to her. She was so thoughtful to realize that Lenora was much stronger than her and she might serve as food to the Tribrid.

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself