Mirajane Strauss Novels & Stories

One of these women notices her approaching and raises a hand to usher her over. Jasira, Idris’s mate, is a very well-respected member of the pack. Without Morrigan’s mother, Jasira is the second highest ranking woman of the pack, just underneath the Luna. She’s a gorgeous woman with soft facial features, but she’s also a skilled warrior. Her hair is tied back into an intricate bun, and though her eyes used to be the common brown, they turned the same icy blue as her mates after he marked her, symbolizing her as a member of the Gamma Family. Morrigan quickens her pace when she sees her, knowing that she’s about to be forced into helping with the food.

That’s why I could tease him like this and I could move in front of him without any pretension. “Yah!” Mirajane walked towards us and pinched my ears. “Do you want to trigger Heiji’s fans club this time?” I grunted when she pulled me by the ear. “Aww!” “You silly girl! You know that Heiji is almost as popular as Ibarra! Why would you do that?!” “Sorry!” I removed her hand that was holding my ear and ran towards Hera. “Save me!” Hera laughed. “It’s really good to have you back, muse.”

“And, if I have to remind you, then let me remind you again that you were not selected because you resemble Mira. I’m sure Dorian had already assured you that.” “I know, and yes, he did.” “Then why are we repeating it?” “Because I know there’s more," she sighed. “Seraphine told me enough. She said Mira was human. She was connected to you. And she was the mate of an Alpha.” Ares looked at the painting. Irene waited. For once, she didn’t fill the silence. Eventually he said, “Mira human, yes, and she was a seamstress.” That was not where Irene expected him to start.

All the while Miranda listened, she felt her heart drop, break and a rage within her build up, the person that she had come looking for, was a archdragon, a liar and practically abandoned her after knowing almost everything she had faced and been facing, “You saw one side of the coin, did you even bother to stay and hear what that monster said, to see what he did?” Winstrain stood quietly, he could see that he was going to face Miranda’s wrath and there was no way of escaping. He was wrong and he would take the punishment

Amir had a lot of wine during and after the wrestling contest, for some weird reasons he was so happy. He hadn't been this happy in a very long time, a large part of him agreed that Amira played a huge part in his happiness. It been a while since he let a woman so close to him. Amir hardly needed them around he only sort for the new slaves who haven't been touched by any of his men , to satisfy his sexual urges and hands them over to his friends Kamur and Fatu, especially Kamur he was insatiable and never said no too female slaves.

she whispered. Syra squeezed back. “I don’t think so.” She looked around. “I think it’s us.” Something moved at the edge of the glass horizon. Sera tensed. “Did you see that?” Syra didn’t blink. “Yeah.” A figure stepped through the mirage slow, deliberate. Dressed in black. Eyes rimmed in familiar red. It was Mira. But not quite. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. This Mira was younger. Sharper. Almost… elegant.

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.”

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 Sorry for the language, but not sorry I stand a height of 6’3, and it got all the fishes craving for me, including the fishes in the departme

"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.

Alpha Ray__ that was his name, she thought silently in her mind as he administered what she guessed to be a dose of paracetamol into her vein. Jasmine looked up to Mira who she guessed was only a few years older than her. She was so beautiful with her red hair that was packed in a more girlish manner compared to Alpha Ray's. She had Jewelry on her left ankle and upper right arm. Jasmine felt inferior as she followed them at their back.