Mirai Nikki Ninth Novels & Stories

Mira's Tenth Year Mira turned ten at the end of summer and the turning of it had a quality different from nine — something more deliberate, more aware. Nine had been the year of going to the Moon Grounds alone, of meeting the old voice fully, of the new moon conversation that had given shape to what the resonance training was building toward. Ten arrived with the specific gravity of a child who had metabolized her gifts enough to start asking the larger questions they implied.

I need to get this done and completed soon. My power is waning, I can barely feel when another entity is nearby. I need to bring my power back up. The only way to do that is to sacrifice the seer, and I know where she is now, Jenni March, the alpha’s daughter, the newest seer, the one that can make my power whole. Once that happens, I will be unstoppable, I’ll have control. I’ll be able to put an end to this whole fucked up situation, get rid of the mutts and the leeches. Then the witches will be the superior species here again. It’s our time to shine.

Her eyes scan the whole library before it lands on Mira and I. Mira jerks me in the elbow so hard. “Shit, I think she’s coming to us, don’t you know who she is? She’s Nixie Coral; every dude here will literally die to talk to her.” Mira is whispering a little too loudly that when Nixie reaches us, there’s a tiny smile on her lips. “Hello.” She says a little too breathlessly, I look at her jean clad legs....Those legs were a tail yesterday, I need to snap out of this.

After remembering for the eighth time that I am the real heiress to the wealthy Fletcher family, my brothers are about to hypnotize me again for the ninth time. My three older brothers, Dustin, Dominic, and Derek Fletcher, make me draw lots to decide the role that I'm going to have to assume after I'm hypnotized. The three lots are labeled "fake heiress", "the maid's daughter", and "the impoverished student the family is sponsoring". "Draw one." I don't move a muscle. Dustin's face turns grim first. "If you still want to continue living in the Fletcher household, Autumn, then stop trying to steal Daphne's identity away from her!" Dominic frowns and says impatiently, "Can't you be more

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

Rainbow Gosh I'm so scared I'm freaking out Ma'am Nina had already called Blue and told her that she should come home and meet someone I'm really terrified right now I wish I could run away Last night was peaceful for me Because I heard stories about Neptune City Though the stories were sad ones, I was still very glad that my mother and Jace were okay And Jace is now a prince So awesome But right now I'm really paranoid I wonder if Blue would come today Or maybe tomorrow

I say, trying to introduce some semblance of civility, “This is Nikolaos, my brother.” She hesitates for a moment before managing a weak, “Hello.” Niko tilts his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “So, you’re the mysterious ghost from Russia? You certainly don’t resemble anyone significant, especially not someone like Mikhail.” A shadow crossed Anika’s face. The briefest hesitation, the subtlest shift in her posture. It didn’t go unnoticed. Niko leans in close to her, his voice dripping with cruelty. “You know, I took great pleasure in ending that fucker’s life for what he did to my Mia. The way he begged...” He pauses, savoring the memory, “It was music to my ears.”

I would need to keep an eye on things. Just as I was about to turn back to the guests, I felt a soft tug on my sleeve. I looked down to see a young girl, no older than ten, staring up at him with wide, curious eyes. I remember though I have forgotten her name. She had the same dark hair and sharp features as her mother, one of the pack’s most loyal members. “Alpha Damien,” she said, her voice timid. “One man said to give you this.” She held out a small folded note. I crouched down to her level, my expression softening as I took the note.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

I questioned. We just met and I didn’t want to start off this way but I wasn’t going to leave her like this hoping things just got better when I could possibly help “Of course she will. I’m here to help her not hinder." He wolf said. “You seem to be an ancient spirit. Who are you Nikkie?” I asked her. “It feels so good to be seen. And for that I will tell you. I am the phoenix spirit. We can talk about it more later. She will spike again soon, sending me into a slumber as well.”