Mirajane Strauss Novels & Stories

She didn't know if it was an illusion played by the warlock, but she vaguely saw Azarias's figure. At that moment, the crystals exploded. Mira's vision turned black as Azarias's desperate expression was the last thing that occupied her sight. He was mouthing Mira's familiar nickname, there seemed to be tears in his eyes...

Mira looked sympathetically at me. “You must have somebody stronger than they are,” she said. I frowned. “Is that even possible?” She did not respond on the spot. Rather, she was tapping her fingers on the table as though she was thinking. Then she said, “There may be one person.” I lifted my head. “Who?” Mira hesitated for a second. “Lucian Silverfang.” The name meant nothing to me. “Who is that?” I asked. Mira threw back her chair.

Their eyes met across the battlefield. “You’re too late,” Mira called, her voice echoing like thunder. “The storm is mine. The world will be reborn—free from Council lies, free from Vein shackles. Free of weakness.” “You’re the only one shackled!” Aria shouted back. “By your obsession. Your pain!” “I’m beyond pain,” Mira said, stepping down from the altar as the core above it began to spin, forming a vortex of silver and black. “I’ve become what we were meant to be!”

Rune asked half yelling, frustrated that he was being kept out of the conversation. “Sush Rune,you've had your chance.” That struck rune across his chest like a heated knife. “Ouch.” He said. Standing, Akira walked and reached for the ladder and took out more volumes from the shelves. “Every record shows them to be the same, only a few variations but they all point in the same direction!” “Alright, enough. Will someone tell me what is going on here?” Rune yelled. “Mirabel is…” Orion said, turning to him, “a strigoi!”

She turned and came to sit beside me on the bed, and when she looked at me, her expression had shifted completely, the frantic energy gone, replaced by something much more composed and much more dangerous. “Attacking Mira directly doesn’t work,” she said, her voice dropping lower now, steady and deliberate, “I already know that, yesterday proved it, Adrian responds badly the moment he thinks someone is going after her, and he shuts everything down immediately, which means going at her head on is not the way.” “So what is the way?” I asked. “Adrian himself,” she said simply, “the only person who can remove Mira from Adrian’s life is Adrian, which means I don’t need to attack her, I need to ma

Savannah’s throat closed. “I’m what you created.” She reached into the folds of her dress and held something out—glass, cylindrical, stoppered with wax. Inside, suspended in solution, floated a twisted double helix—glowing faintly under the moon’s gaze. Red and gold strands, intertwining. Magnolia and Mira-Eve. Their DNA, entwined. Perfectly fused. One girl who had died. One who had never existed. And now—this. “I remember the sea,” Mira-Eve whispered. “But I’ve never seen it.”

What she saw beneath froze her in place. It wasn’t a stranger. It was Mira, once one of the Silver Ash healers. The girl who had vanished after the first war. “Mira?” The woman smiled, broken, empty. “You left me in the flames, Nora. You and your Alpha both.” Roman froze mid-fight, disbelief washing over his face. “That’s not possible.” “It is,” Mira hissed. “You let Nikolai’s curse fester. And now it’s mine to finish.”

It means the old man does not believe the hype yet. Mireya pulls out his device and shows the screen to Magnus. "Last winter, I helped build this strike unit released by Vanguard Innovations. I am sure your wolf knows that big pack company." Magnus looks down at the glowing screen. "So, your brain was not the main leader of the research team?" Mireya freezes for a second, then he nods his head. "I did not have my full scholar rank yet, so I worked under my old teacher. But the main concept came from my own wolf brain. I worked real close with the high team."

“I found sealed documents in the archives. Ones Ajax has been trying to erase. He’s not just a professor. He’s connected to the Moon Goddess. Literally.” Rex snorted. “Connected how? Like a priest or something?” Mira leaned forward, lowering her voice. “He’s her son.” Silence collapsed on the table. Zara froze. My mouth fell open. “You’re joking,” Luna whispered. Mira shook her head. “No. And it gets worse.” I swallowed hard. “Worse than the Moon Goddess having a son disguised as a professor?” Mira’s eyes flicked to Zara. “He’s the one who interlinked our fates.”

The second trial comes in the form of a child. Her name is Mira, and she's eight years old with silver eyes that glow too bright and dreams that manifest whether she wants them to or not. She's one of the refugees who arrived with Pyra, and she's been having nightmares. Terrible nightmares that become real. Shadow-creatures that attack anyone nearby. Storms that rage inside buildings. Once, she dreamed the floor was lava, and three people were burned before I could dispel the manifestation. She's terrified of sleeping. Terrified of herself. And she's getting worse.