Miraculous Volpina Novels & Stories

he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.” Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Understood.” They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel. “Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement. Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.

she asked Haneul as a vague image of her as a young girl playing with a firefly that suddenly did not look like one. Haneul smirked at the question, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "No, Alice, a faerie, is not small. Pixies are small. You might have met one." Tina shook her head, "I had a feeling." she mumbled, "Who's Veronica, then?" "Veronica is a Mirror." "What?!" Tina stood up in surprise. "Calm down. She's on our side." Haneul assured her. "You're kidding me, right?" Tina could not believe him. How could a Mirror be on their side? Didn't he remember what they just went through dealing with Monique?

At their feet lay a tall, gold-plated goblet, its gleaming surface reflecting the scattered red wine spilled across the floor. “You said Elisa’s daughter has returned?” Julia asked, her beautiful eyes narrowing dangerously. “Yes, Luna. This news was passed on by the servants in the grand hall.” Julia clenched her hand tightly, her gaze turning even colder and more menacing. The name “Elisa” was like a cursed incantation, dredging up memories she had long tried to bury. Elisa, a weak omega wolf, yet the most beautiful one in the Dark Eclipse pack, shone as brilliantly as the moon, the object of desire for many, including Julia’s own mate, Alpha Gerano.

He truly had no shame whatsoever. One woman in particular had been one of Christian’s most annoying affairs. She was a gorgeous, voluptuous model with long red hair and hooded blue eyes. Her name was Veronica. Even though her looks were glamorous, her personality was not so pretty. Camille didn’t like it whenever Veronica was around. For one, Veronica was arrogant and obnoxious. It was clear that she was used to getting what she wanted thanks to her looks and money. She treated Camille like a maid and would order her around the house whenever she waited for Christian to come home.

Not one second of thinking did Zezi allow before she broke free from Nicholas and charged into danger to save her child, not thinking about the Volaky that charged behind her as it swatted Nicholas away like an annoying fly. Zezi never made it to her daughter. Volakys were fast, very fast and it didn't help the situation that a very wild Valerick had burst into the hall and yanked her away from the scene, Mira's scream following after her. "No! My daughter!" All Zezi saw before her environment faded into a complete blur was Delice ripping out the regenerating head of the Volaky that had planned Mira as its prey, the poisonous fangs dug into her arm, and that madness in Delice's eyes.

“Good morning, Alpha, Beta.” “Good morning, Mike,” I replied. “So, what exactly happened?” “The northern border morning patrol took our positions and we sent two of our juniors to walk fifty yards out from the border, as per patrol guidelines, and they noticed an unfamiliar scent. I, personally, went out to smell for myself and confirmed that the scent was indeed unfamiliar and werewolf, as suspected. We walked the area but weren’t able to locate the culprits. That’s when I mindlinked you. It’s similar to what happened a year ago.”

I open my eyes and take the card out of the blinding glow, and as my brain registers the card it looks blank, but I do as tradition states, spin around and hold it in the air for all to see. The gasps and the yelling starts, and I don’t understand why, so I bring the card down to my eye level and watch it. The card is black with what looks like six white silhouettes on it. There are colors beginning to swirl within each of the white silhouettes. Glancing up I see six figures walking toward me, but I can’t make out who they are. “Mistress to the Veil! The whore and her men must be sacrificed! You know the law! Kill the betrayers!”

A synthetic humanoid body—half-grown, powered by an unstable quantum processor and partially embedded with Mira’s copied neural code. “Jesus,” Tobias muttered. “She wasn’t bluffing.” “She’s almost ready,” Mira said, staring at the vitals. “Once she moves into this shell…” Ophelia finished the thought. “She becomes unstoppable.” That night, Mira stood alone in her room. The moon hung still above the courtyard. And on her mirror, words began to appear—scrawled like blood across the surface. “You can’t stop me.” “I was born from you.” “I will walk.”

Even Dame Ivelisse, with an ironic smile and a murmur: “First time I’ve knelt for someone I don’t want to behead.” Susan smiled softly but did not respond. Her skin pulsed with a soft golden glow, and her red hair seemed alive under the light. Gregor Belyakov spoke in a low voice, his dead eyes turned toward Susan: “I see your mother, child. I feel Morrigan behind your eyes. And the blood of the ancient world echoing in the soul of the new.” Miralva approached, bringing a bowl with lunar water mixed with lily petals and silver shards. She raised the bowl and said:

There’s only one man I know who can pull off something like this. And the very thought of him sends a shiver down my spine. “No,” I snap my gaze back to her, holding her gaze with intensity. “You didn’t.” Zarina’s laughter fills the room, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, but I did. I’m the wife of none other than Vladimir Perazzo himself.” My jaw practically hits the floor. “No way!” She chuckles again, clearly amused by my reaction. “I know you might find it hard to believe, but Mir and I are genuinely happy together. A lot happened after you disappeared. I’ll fill you in on all the details when we have more time.”