Mirajane Strauss Novels & Stories

“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.

Lyra “I’m Jasper.” His voice carried a strange confidence as he winked at me. Then, almost casually, he shifted his gaze away, striding toward Mirae. The men who had been holding her, the ones with claws and eyes that didn’t look human, scattered the moment he approached. Their retreat was so quick, it was like his presence alone forced them back. Whoever Jasper was, they clearly feared him. “Thanks so much,” Mirae breathed out, her voice full of awe. Her wide eyes followed him like he was some kind of hero. The way she looked at him, cheeks flushed, lips parted slightly, made it obvious. She was drawn to him instantly.

Amanda answered absentmindedly. The High Lord daemon was confident that Amanda's answer filled in as a wry response to the Beta's inquiry. In any case, she was correct. Mira and Jazmine were associated with the end of the world, no matter which world they were born into. Two destroyers of the world were at that point in a similar pack. Furthermore, that stressed Stefano as this pack appeared to draw in such qualities.

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

Arc I – The Possession Begins Chapter 3: Experiments in Madness Mira had always considered herself a woman of science—at least the kind of science that involved late-night online theories, anime logic, and overanalyzing fictional relationships. Now, apparently, she was also a pioneer in the field of soul physics. Step one: establish the parameters of the curse. Step two: avoid dying again. Step three: maybe, possibly, definitely not fall in love with the Duke. Easier said than done.