Mirai Mha Novels & Stories

Mahira aunty said making us laugh. "Okay aunty don't worry! We'll bring her down with us. Anything else?" I asked. "Oh yes! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me Mia! There's a vermilion filled plate in the store room. Please bring that after helping Samaira!" Aunty said. I smiled and said,"Of course aunty! You don't need to say please."

# Chapter 82: The Eastern Proposal Princess Mira of Brightwater possessed the kind of sharp intelligence that made every word feel deliberately chosen for maximum impact, her auburn hair arranged in practical style that suggested someone more comfortable with action than ceremony. She moved with confident grace that spoke of combat training alongside diplomatic education, while her pale green eyes missed nothing about the private study's security arrangements or the subtle magical monitoring that ensured meeting safety. "Your Majesty," she said with bow that was respectfully appropriate while maintaining dignity that indicated her own royal authority wasn't diminished by diplomatic courtesy,

she murmured to herself. Miah dashed downstairs, a petite, slender blonde with a cascade of silvery pale hair and clear aquamarine eyes. Swinging open the cottage door, Miah unleashed a torrent of questions in a breathless rush. "Where the hell have you been all this time, Mira? I was worried.” “Come on, sissy,” Mirabella just rolled her eyes. “You promised to call, and you didn't! I've been worried sick about you! And where did that fancy car come from?"

He explained. “ I understand I will do as you say your highness” Amaria replied, and he walked away. Amaria stayed at the training yard until evening, training with all her might, ' I must prove myself worthy and become a member of the Moonstone pack,' she thought. After training, she walked back to her room and lay on her small, shabby mattress. Just when she was about to sleep, she heard a knock on her door. She stood up, walked towards the door, and opened it, To reveal one of the Luna Queen's maids.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

The moment I step over the threshold, I hear a voice. “Ah! You must be Miss Aria.” I turn toward the sound. A woman in her late forties bustles forward, wiping her hands on a cheerful apron patterned with tiny lemons. Her blonde curls are pinned back loosely. “Welcome dear. Come in, come in. I’m Mira.” She says with a bright smile. “I am soo happy to see you. I've been here a long time and young master have never brought anyone here. Like never. Madam would be so glad if she hears about this."

Her name tag read Mira. Curious, I leaned toward Azrik. “Why is hers different?” “She’s the head of the female staff,” he explained calmly. “Oh,” I murmured. “Do you want her to serve you directly?” he asked, glancing at me. I gave a small shrug. “That would be nice.” He turned back to the group. “Mira, your new role is to serve my Luna. Help her settle in. You'll also be responsible for organizing the staff who will work in her chambers.”

"We came across a certain matter in the neighboring town last night. We were in close distance from your territory. The Council is expecting my return before noon. You know how it goes there if one is late for a meeting." Cohen chuckled, "As expected from them." The Commander handed a brown file to the Alpha as they made their way to his study. "Mira Red, 28 years old. No known family or real surname. She had no known life before her rescue fourteen years ago. The similar report we've all read over and over again."

The use of portals, casting, and popping allowed for instantaneous travel. Mira also made me promise that we would video call her at least once a week. Imeela immediately agreed before I even got the chance to utter the same acceptance. “Psst. Your Majesty,” I heard someone stage-whisper to me. “Yes. How can I help you?” I whispered back. “We have a surprise for Princess Mira. We have finished setting up the clinic ahead of schedule because it was mentioned that she wanted to be a doctor.” Mira’s eyes widened with surprise and excitement. This girl was in awe of everything around here but especially our resident Fae.

“You responded well to the recalibration protocol. The Red Moon resonance nearly pushed you into irreversible awakening. But we caught you just in time.” Mira’s throat was dry. “You’re… Circle?” The woman smiled faintly. “Dr. Syra Callen. Lead cognitive strategist for the Luna Initiative.” The Luna Initiative. Mira’s gut twisted. They’d given her prison a name. “You shouldn’t be able to speak yet,” Dr. Callen murmured. “Fascinating. Your mind’s resisting the inhibitors. Still… no matter. That’ll change.” Mira’s fingers twitched. The doctor didn’t notice or pretended not to. “We won’t hurt you, Mira. Quite the opposite. We need you whole. Just… obedient.”