Miraidon Novels & Stories

With one final thought of gratitude towards her aunt for her unwavering support, Aqua surrendered to the darkness, allowing its gentle embrace to carry her away from the tempest of her thoughts and into the peaceful realm of dreams. As Aqua's eyelids drooped with drowsiness, the rhythmic patter of rain against her window lulled her towards sleep. However, her rest was abruptly interrupted by the sound of rocks clattering against the glass. Startled, she sat up in bed, her heart pounding with apprehension. Peering through the darkness, she made out a figure standing outside her window. It was Damon, his expression etched with worry. Aqua's initial shock gave way to concern as she hurriedly ma

Damon's at the window before I can blink. Kieran and Caius flank him. "I don't see anyone," Damon says. "There was someone," Mira insists. "Right there. Looking at me." "What did they look like?" "Tall. Dark. Scary." "That describes half the kingdom, baby." "No. Different scary. Like... sad scary. Lonely scary." I pull her out of the crib. Hold her close. "You're safe. We're all here. No one's going to hurt you."

But that whole situation is a story for another day. “Surely she’s young then, she can’t be any match for Angel and Katrina,” I said, scoffing. Katrina was the weretiger Chance’s mate and warlock Ben’s strongest daughter. He’d taught her all he knew. Katrina always did the impossible. Suddenly, just inside the property line it began to pour, like a torrential downpour. “Yeah! That’s something,” Kendra said, shooting her fists in the air. I immediately tried to mind-link Renata, but there was still no connection.

“But I am free the whole day Miranda did not smile. She just watched her kin down below. The Siren was unexpected and she needed more blood than what she required to destroy the veil. The Sacred Place was just a myth. But if it’s found, the former world would soon dawn again, healing the rift of the Great Silenc

Davina Adams A knock on the door was the first thing I heard, I was still asleep and tired, I got down from the bed to stare over at where Raiden had been sleeping, but he wasn’t there. I took in a deep breath and walked over to the door. “Who is there?” I asked, I needed to make sure I knew who was knocking. “It’s I, Queen Miranda!” As soon as she said that, I immediately twisted the doorknob to find a replica of Raiden standing before my eyes.

She knew that voice. Out of the crowd appeared Natasha, the female lead of Raid role that was aired nine years ago. Maria clutched was purse tighter, she was about to meet Natasha, The Natasha!

Looking at the phone screen for a while, she dropped it and plodded into the bathroom. With Ryan and Malcolm around, she wasn’t going to be bored. More so she had a day off so she can binge watch her favorite Korean series and have a lot of rest. Today would be good no matter what. ……… The time was past two In the afternoon when the doorbell rang. Both of them were watching a Korean drama together and Ryan had to open the door. The two unfamiliar faces at the door greeted him with a smile. “How can we help you?” “We are here to help Miss Aurora with her makeup,” one of them said.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

I can only assume this was Hail’s passive-aggressive way of punishing me and giving the cupcake protection because it’s my house sigil on the crest around her neck. Not my clan, Dracule, but house Vlademyre’s brand in the silver metal plate. One Hail didn’t bother to have her leave out to avoid this situation. Ally, enemy, kid. Doesn’t really matter at this point because all of them harassed someone under my protection. The immediate jump back as his heart lands with his body, comes with stark recognition as I lift our new servant into my arms. At least from them. Cupcake, on the other hand, has no clue what just happened.

One more mask in the hall of many. Hours Earlier – The Northern Path Snow bit at Mira’s cheeks as she descended the narrow pass behind Breya. The torch in her hand flickered as the wind surged through the opening in the cliffs. “Keep close,” Breya murmured without looking back. “Vault 7 should be beneath this ridge.” They reached it—a stone door half-covered by fallen rocks and ivy, its seams glowing faintly with old warding magic. Mira stepped forward and placed her palm against the door. The crescent pendant she wore pulsed against her chest.