Novel & Cerita Mirajane Strauss

I am walking through the stomach of the god that ate my freedom, and the man I love is the one who holds the keys. "Jinyan," I said, stopping in the center of the pulsing hall. "Who is she? The one at the center of this? You said it’s the original subject. You said she holds the secret to destroying the Adriatic." Jinyan didn't look at me. He looked at the floor, his shoulders slumped as if the pressure of the five miles of water above us were finally breaking his spine. "Her name was Mira. She was the woman the first Architect loved. And she was the first woman he destroyed to keep her forever."

“You drinking that?” The seer ignored him. “Mira Lane,” he said, voice hollow. “Daughter of the Iceclaw. Born under the blood moon. Marked by fire.” Mira's breath caught. He continued, “You carry not just your bloodline, but the fragments of a broken order. One that dared to craft power into flesh.” “Fragments?” Mira asked. “You are not prophecy,” the seer said. “You are interruption. A product of science and sacrifice.”

I motioned for Leo to hang back as I pushed the door open. And there she was—Mira. She stood near a table covered in maps and documents, her hair falling in dark waves over her shoulders. She was dressed in leather pants and a silk blouse, sipping wine from a crystal glass like she was hosting a dinner party instead of conspiring against me. Sitting across from her was a man I assumed was Caspar. He was thin, wiry, with a nervous twitch in his left eye. A rat, just like I expected. “Am I interrupting something?” I said casually, stepping into the room.

A ghost with a pulse. Footsteps approached. Valen Drake. Ranked 2nd in the academy. Charismatic. Arrogant. Untouchable. Known for his illusion-based abilities—and his habit of appearing only when it benefited him. “Thought I’d finally meet the girl who cracked the system,” he said with a smirk, hands in his coat pockets. Mira didn’t turn. “I didn’t crack it. I became part of it.” “Even more impressive,” he said, stepping beside her. “You know, there’s talk of you being dangerous. That you’re not really... you anymore.”

she greeted, her smile was bright as the sun above the sky. Mira flinched in surprise and looked at her. "You really want to kill me do you?" she said then laughed quietly. Mira was beautiful. She has beautiful blue eyes, blue as a cloudless sky and long lashes that cast shadows in her cheekbones. Her cheeks were rosy white and freckles lined up in her long pointed nose making her look like a goddess. Her lips were full and rosy pink like the flower. She also has a nice complexion that really compliments her features. Her hair was curly like vines and she tied it up behind her head. Strands of curly hair escaped in her ear and strangle down, flying in the wind. She looks very beautiful, she

"I just felt like Stephan and Darius were close to each other, so I asked. I met them when we had dinner the other day." “Stephan really likes Darius. He says talents like him are rare," Angela said nonchalantly. "Talents?" "You didn't know? Darius is very intelligent. He was admitted directly to the Solaris University's Ph.D. program at the age of sixteen, so now he's working at the Quimby family's company while also doing postdoctoral research. But..." Angela hesitated. "It was unlucky for the Quimby family to encounter him." She didn't say anything further before leaving.

Valerius stopped and turned, a cruel, amused smile playing on his pale lips. "The Beta Strain isn't a pill you swallow, little weaver. It is a Resonance Frequency," Valerius explained. "My blood carries the code for stability. To transfer it, I must perform the Blood-Binding Ritual. But I do not waste my blood on broken tools." He pushed the doors open. Beyond lay a long, narrow corridor lined with hundreds of mirrors. But they weren't normal mirrors. The glass rippled like water, and the reflections inside moved independently of the people standing before them.

“Three years, Ian. I stood by you through every battle, every late night planning raids, every moment you doubted yourself. And now, because some woman you met on a battlefield spreads her legs once, I’m suddenly disposable?” His jaw tightened. “Enough, Yara.” Ian’s expression softened as he looked at her. “Mira is not just some woman. She is the daughter of Beta Vladimir from the northern territories where we fought the rogues. And thanks to the legs she spread once, this pack has been blessed with an Alpha successor. You on the other hand have been spreading the same legs for three years and what do you have to show for it?”

I thought to myself, cringing inwardly. My eyes landed on Mirai, who offered me an encouraging smile. Her straight white hair flowed around her, so long, it draped down past her chair. Her eyes, the same platinum white, were tinged with just a hint of darkness where her irises and pupils should be, giving her an air of mystery. She wore a lavender crystal sphere around her neck that glowed faintly from within. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of power resided inside it. I could always feel the energy radiating from it whenever she was nearby. I gave her a nearly imperceptible nod before looking away.

“By the rolling waves of Lemuria, what is this creature's interest in me?” Zinjo paced around Gael and studied the Al' Miraj, “I think it is an omen we cannot ignore. Despite its animal appearance the Al' Miraj is a divine creature. Why it chose you I cannot say. Keep an eye on it, and never forget such creatures don't choose their companions on a whim.” Gael glared at it, “The other sailors will make sure I never hear the end of it.” “Then get in front of it,” Aurelia spat, “Choose a name for yourself now before you get stuck with something undesirable. Use it to instill fear or respect from your crew.” She leaned against the cabin door. Tiny splinters scratched the skin and caused a terri