Mirabel Novels & Stories

A knock sounded softly against my door and I stilled. “Come in.” It was the woman Vincent has managed to smuggle into Riftclaw who I assigned to be my new personal maid. Her name is Mirabel and she is actually a warrior not some lowly omega. She gave me a curt smile as she stepped in. She closed the door behind her. For some reason her presence feels grounded and I know there is something going on between Vincent and her. I don’t want to probe so I let them be. “You shouldn’t be up this late.” She said her eyes scanning the desk. I didn’t bother hiding anything.

He desperately tried to remove the glasses, but his hands would not obey him. He looked down. Both of his hands were twisted and stiff, his muscles completely tense. His legs were the same. “What did you do to me…” he barely managed to whisper before collapsing forward, resting his head against the table. He could no longer feel anything. His body had stopped responding, yet his mind was still working. “What did you do to me?” The woman repeated mockingly. Magdalena held up a small glass bottle. “Do you see this, Alex? It’s a frog poison. This is what has paralyzed you.”

Mia POV The silence after Orion’s smug little “Busted” sat heavy in the cave. Mirabel’s golden eyes didn’t waver. The boy at her side smirked faintly, arms crossed like he’d been enjoying the show the whole time. The younger girl tilted her head, wide-eyed, studying me like I was some puzzle she couldn’t quite solve. Finally, Mirabel straightened. “Names, then. If we’re to waste our time with you, we may as well do it properly. I’m Mirabel. That’s Draven.” She nodded toward the boy. “And the little one is Lena.”

--- Downstairs, Elodie worked at her terminal, decrypting layers of corrupted files. Her screen pinged. > "FROM: UNKNOWNnSUBJECT: THE ASHEN KEYnMESSAGE: Look to the southern shore. Not all ghosts stay buried."nnShe sat back slowly, her eyes narrowing. More enemies. Or old friends? Time would tell. --- Back in the courtyard, Mirabel sat cross-legged in the grass, trying to balance a drone controller on her knees while feeding peanuts to a curious squirrel that had wandered up from the tree line. "You're not a spy squirrel, right?" she asked it. "Because if you are, I've had a very long month."

I clung to all those memories of love. “Blár logi,” I said, out of breath, and the flames leapt back into my hands, and I shielded myself. “Skjald-borg.” I stood steadfast, and faced her as the pain flowed away from me. “Ganga undi,” she said, and I felt her magic pushing into mine. I pushed back, and in my mind, I saw her. Kari was inside her own mind trying to get through to me, pleading for me to realize that she was trapped. The shock was so big that Dezrael’s magic pushed me against the wall as I lost my focus.

Abigail There was a crawling crack on its lower part and the wobbly handle was tied by a string of pink yarn she received as a gift from Mathilda. Even though the hand mirror was already broken, she still kept it, or better yet treasured it, for it was the only thing that could remind her of her ended precious life.

That would make sense if she were part of some satanic ceremony. Suddenly she can feel the shape of the dried blood on her forehead and just knows that it, too, is a pentagram. It is no longer a nice sensation and she wants to scream again, sure that her lungs are now capable of bringing the whole building down. But now she is unable to move a muscle, let alone scream. She finds that she can’t even blink, although her eyes are drying up and stinging quite badly. There is a sudden loud electrical crackle. Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

JB's forehead furrowed for a moment. "Why? Did the directors make it difficult for both of you?" "No, it's just that this junkass saw his long-time crush. Remember Celestina Heuvelton? Our university’s campus muse? A fucking gorgeous girl joined Miss Manila?" Elyano asked. JB's eyebrows furrowed as he remembered the girl his friend was talking about. "Ah! I remember," he snapped when he remembered the girl. "What about her?" he asked curiously.

THIRD PERSON'S POV:- Mira opened her eyes and found herself standing in front of the full view mirror. She was looking at herself. She looked very young. She looked almost sixteen or maybe seventeen. She was wearing a long mermaid style, off shoulder white dress. It was backless and the upper layer of the dress was shimmery. She had a crown on her head. A princess crown that had the long lace veil attached with it. She remembered that crown on her head. It was the crown Fredrick had gifted her on her twelfth birthday. He wanted to make her feel like a princess the day they would get married.

Aunt Anna explained. "Why is it impossible?" I ask "Well, because the palace is guarded by a very strong ancient magic. Outsiders can't come in unless they are permitted. " With that, she turns away from us, towards the wall, and just snaps her fingers three times. Suddenly there was light. Right in the wall was a bright opening... a hole of some sort, similar to the one Doctor Strange opens in Avengers. "Oh my God." Rachel gasped excitedly..."This is awesome. So what you guys just have to step into that and boom... you are home? " She asked, and my aunt nodded.