Miraculous Volpina Romane & Geschichten

“Sir. Word from the banquet came back. Malachy chose a bride, but it wasn’t the human girl as we had previously thought. It was Mirabella Gonzalez from the Red Moon Coven. They are currently on their way back to Spain to prepare for the ceremony.” The red eyes slowly turned back to their original ice blue as the vampire stood at full attention and wiped his mouth with a silk napkin on his desk. “Interesting. So how did the little human fare while Malachy chose another?” He ran his hands through his perfectly coiffed black hair.

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

Six months later… Joana looked into the gift that the evergreen river had gifted her for her wedding day. It was a magic mirror that allowed her and any other vampire to see their reflection. She looked into it and saw how beautiful she looked in the magical flowery dress the pixies had made for her for her special day. This gift was truly a keeper and she sure would cherish it.

“For now, we wait for her to be crowned.” A week later, the day of the eclipse... Jubilant music played as everyone waited for the coronation. The ball room was filled with demons enjoying their blood wine. On the other hand, Veronica Vane was on her chamber waiting for her to be called by Lilith. She was standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a black ball gown, with that perfectly sits on her curves, the gown has thin golden vines around it, glittered that shines whenever any light reflects on it. Her hair tied into a curled plait bun, some strands of her cascading by her rosy cheeks, and her lips colored as red as cherry. A smile curved on her lips as she curls the hair cascading by he

Hadn't I sacrificed my happiness in the misguided hope of salvaging our marriage? Carmen's laughter echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of my shortcomings. I realized then that if I wanted to regain control of my life, I would have to confront my demons head-on. So I stood there, foolishly, grappling with my sense of inadequacy, memories of my ex-wife Mira flooded my mind. She had been a master manipulator, using my love for her to bend me to her will. And now, it seemed that Carmen was following in her footsteps, using my emotions against me to assert her dominance.

And then I saw it— I mean, really saw it. The trees. They were standing tall looking green and vibrant. Those were the same trees that had stayed dry and lifeless for the last four years. They hadn’t been like this since… Since Elira. I lifted my eyes and then I saw it. A faint glow above her. A symbol. A stain I had long erased from my memory, one I thought would never come back. It was the same mark that had glowed over Elira as she drew in her last breath. A red dragon with a half moon tail.

After saying that, I used my leg to put pressure on his until he fell, and then I used my arms to hold him on the ground until he tapped me three times. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s congratulate Luna Elena!” Everyone cheered, and I raised my hand in celebration. It was news worth stunning many of the members. I smirked and glanced at Bryson’s defeated and humiliated face. It's funny how easy I defeated him though, almost killing me to boredom. Then suddenly, while I stared at his defeated face, Prince Deacon's cold appearance flushed in my mind. He's the known god of war. Best of the best. Thinking of that, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if I spar with him.

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.

She slowly nodded, lowering her head. “Who is she?” Drago demanded. “She works at the house as Massimo said,” I answered. “Her name is Mira.” “And why…why is…she here?” he grimace. “Wh…what am I to d…do with a bloody ho…househelp?” “She is not just some househelp,” I said, glancing at the woman clinging to Dolcezza. “She is a Baldocchi Mole. She has been here for years now…” Both Drago and Massimo’s eyes widened in shock.