Mirajane Strauss Novels & Stories

Massaging an aching temple, she looked around the small, shadowy interior. This wasn't her tent! The space was empty but for this low pile of furs and some wooden barrels stacked against an opposite wall. A strange roughly dressed man slumped on a bench near the entrance, his arms crossed and his chin resting on his chest. Another snore shattered the stillness and she realized he was fast asleep, his mouth hanging open and drool trickling from one slack corner. Her confusion mounting, Amira thought to rise, but suddenly uproarious laughter sounded just outside the tent. Gasping, she fell back upon the furs as if she had been struck and rolled onto her side, squeezing her eyes shut. Her compa

A single word, flickering through every console, every satellite, every piece of Mira’s forgotten design: > ASTRA.ROOT

“Because nothing is resolved.” Mira closed her eyes briefly. Not to escape. To focus. “This is not just emotional,” Mira said. “It is structural.” Kade frowned. “Explain.” Mira opened her eyes. “The bond is reacting like a system under strain. Too many opposing pulls.” Alder nodded slowly. “Then reducing the pull may stabilize it.” Kade looked at him. “You agree with her.” “I agree with the pattern,” Alder replied. Mira stepped forward slightly. “If we keep pushing in different directions, it will collapse.”

Evryn blinked. They stood in a vast, spiraling chamber unlike anything they’d seen before. The floor reflected stars—no, fragments of timelines. Ghosts of possible futures shimmered in glass-like currents beneath their feet. Above them, massive lenses rotated slowly, refracting the entire chamber like a kaleidoscope of memories. Elara gasped. “What is this place?” Aurex’s internal sensors hummed. “The Mirror Project. This... is where all variants of Project E.V.E.R. converge.”

A soft hum vibrated through the room. A new figure stepped into view— a woman this time. Tall. White coat. Hair tied back. Cold eyes. Clip-board in hand. She looked at Lena like she was a specimen, not a person. “Good. You’re awake.” Lena glared. “Who are you?” The woman smiled faintly. “Doctor Mirielle Kass. Head of Purge Stabilization Research.” The name hit Lena like ice water. “You’re the one who created the weaponized wielders.”

I couldn’t even look at her in the eye and she loved it, but fuck, it was nothing like whateveer she was thinking or anything Lord, i don’t even know if it would be appropriate to open my mouth and speak, so I stayed mute like a fool until she went back to her chair and sat down MIRA I am the heir to my father’s company, the only child, and a girl, I couldn’t let it be given to one of my mother fucking cousins just because I was who I was; a female, so I rebuilded myself, not mainly because of the company or whatever, but I always wanted to be masc anyway, and God blessed me with the height that spoke volumes, and commanded fear to everyone of this imbeciles that was under me

Strauss exclaimed, steeping his hands and glancing around the silent throne room before realizing we were all scowling. “She’s gone. That woman saved my life and she's just vanished,” Caius muttered, a twinge of regret seeping into his tone. Had the Confessor’s visions been true all along? Was Mara nursing a dark power that could destroy us all? Laziel’s deep bronze eyes met mine like liquid chocolate before I shook my head, tearing my eyes away from his accusing ones. I see…that is unfortunate--” Doctor Strauss hissed before Ronan cut in, ignoring him to face us.

Mirana said “I am your lecturer. Just call me sire. Your father hired me secretly so that your mother won’t cause any problems,” the lecturer said “Okay, thank you,” Mirana said Mirana is a very gentle child. She is cute and kind but Maia doesn’t like what she is seeing at Mirana’s attitude. Maia knows that Mirana is very sociable and easy to get along with. While Daniel on the other hand is very quiet and he is an introvert. He barely made friends in his school. This made Maia hire a friend for Mirana to brainwash her. She will also help in brainwashing Mirana so that she would change and people will hate her.

"And it got you nowhere close to their main base." "To think that you know who I am and what I'm doing, I might don't have a choice but to silence you," General Sylas replied. "I'm making friends with the enemy of my enemy." "Mira Red, that is your name. Lord Stefano is really interested in you." "That sounds really wrong, but he doesn't have to know we've met." "And why is that?" Mira got up and walked to his table. She placed a hard drive stick on the table. General Sylas only stared at it without intending to touch it as if it contained a contagious disease.

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself