Novel & Cerita Miraculous Volpina

I push him away, glaring at him. “That’s so thoughtful of you, Zack. But I can't have another dose of a despicable prick like you,” I bite out. “Scarlett,” he warns. “No male shifter will agree to mate with you.” His eyes darken. “I’ll destroy anyone who dares. Because you're still mine.” “Not after I've made you pay for ruining my life.” I glance at Rosalia. “Two of you. And that asshole in the photograph.” Rosalia scoffs mockingly. “What can a pathetic wolfless thing do?”

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

Candice handed her the glass of water. Nina stood up and grabbed the glass while complaining to Alex. Nina did her nails, and she had put diamonds and sequins on her nails. When she was taking the glass of water, the sequin on her nails seemed to have been raised, and it sliced on the tip of Candice’s fingers, leaving a cut.

the door opened, and a servant walked in, pushing a trolley filled with what seemed like a lavish dinner. "His Highness insists you eat," she said, setting the table quickly and making her way to the door. My eyes followed her. "Wait," I called out softly. "What's your name?" The servant paused, looked at me for a long moment, and then said, "It's Mira, miss." "Mira, do you think I'll ever get out of here?" She hesitated. "That's not for me to say, miss. But in Vampyria, it's always best to keep your hopes low."

Sayler clung to my leg, burying his face in my dress, whimpering. "Don't look, baby," I whispered, but I couldn't look away. The smoke began to clear, drifting away on the wind as if commanded by an invisible hand. The woman stood at the foot of the main steps, surrounded by the six elite guards in their black armor. The spotlight from the roof caught her face, illuminating the cruel, beautiful smile that played on her lips. Veronica. She looked up. She looked straight up at the roof, directly at me, as if I were the only person in the world. Her eyes weren't their normal blue; they glowed with a faint, unnatural purple light—the sign of Morana’s magic coursing through her.

"I know what you are planning, but you won't be able to do it." Mira was handed a vial of green liquid to drink. "Take this," Mira said. "I made it just for you." "What is this? You want me to drink this poison?" "It's a potion to make you a little bit easier to control." "Oh! Verena laughed. "You want to manipulate me with this? You made it?" She rolled her eyes. "Is this what you've been giving your followers, Leonardo? It's all making sense now." "Drink it!" Mira yelled.

The liquid shimmered briefly - a faint violet hue - then vanished into the deep red wine. She capped the vial, tucked it away, and continued her task as if nothing had happened. Mirage's jaw clenched. 'Could she be a witch...?', no it's not possible, there are hundreds of wolves here, one would have sniffed her out a long time ago. "She's using blood magic" " Lilah whispered into his mind again. Or something darker. Mirage inhaled sharply, then nodded once. Who's the cup for? Lilah hesitated. I don't know. But she's timing it perfectly. Right before the final toast.

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

Their eyes met across the battlefield. “You’re too late,” Mira called, her voice echoing like thunder. “The storm is mine. The world will be reborn—free from Council lies, free from Vein shackles. Free of weakness.” “You’re the only one shackled!” Aria shouted back. “By your obsession. Your pain!” “I’m beyond pain,” Mira said, stepping down from the altar as the core above it began to spin, forming a vortex of silver and black. “I’ve become what we were meant to be!”

Runiel captain of the Northern Ciastles, father’s number one army, it was time, time to make them pay, the other lady was a witch, he could tell but her powers, he couldn’t. “Are you ready?”, Adolpha said, looking at Iranna who looked quite concentrated on eliminating the soldiers, this kind of determination, you couldn’t find it in the market, Adolpha knew. They began muttering some magical words, Iranna Asgorn’s eyes, turning godlike, it was time she knew, bringing out the mirror, the wolves hurling their weapons at the two of them, “Wrong mistake.”, Alec Emma muttered, something which looked like light appeared from the mirror, and it was all white