Mirajane Strauss Mga Nobela at Kwento

"That is enough." Silence fell again. Slower this time. Reluctant. "Forgive me for erasing your identity," Miyori said to Rae. Her tone had softened just slightly. "What I meant to say is that Rae Vale is not just an Omega. She is also a spellweaver." "Bullshit!" The boy's voice cracked on the word. Jessica Stratis, adopted daughter of Alpha Warren Stratis, stood up from her seat near the back. "I hate the girl," she said flatly. "But it's true. She's lucky to be a hybrid."

Now he smiles sometimes. Maybe he's already drunk. — You looked like her before. Which made the Iberii very restless — he says. I remember the nervous and insistent looks from the guards. Oh no... — Just tell me you’re not an ominous goddess. Miguel looks at me. The intense red pupilless eye seems to glow, capturing my full attention. — It's precisely the opposite. Mirsai is a goddess of desire and lust. It takes me a moment to absorb the impact of his sentence as he continues to stare at me, waiting for my reaction. After all, I can't produce anything very coherent other than:

Mira’s POV “Yo! Mira, come see this new hottie moving in.” Jessie called out to me. I looked up with boredom sketched over my face, placing the book aside as I said with a yawn, “ You know..” Before I could complete it, she said in the exact tone I always used, “ I don't do men nor women either. I just love my books.” Then she turned, stared me dead in the eyes and said, “ We know, Mira.” I smiled warmly at her, about to pick the book back when she squealed, “ Fuck! He just pulled his shirt. Wait.. one, two…eight! Fucking eight packs.”

Elara demanded, her knuckles white as she gripped the vase. "I’m your neighbor. And your first lesson," the woman said, stepping into the light. She held up a keycard identical to Elara’s. "I'm Mira. Level 3. I’ve been in this 'Renaissance' for three months. I started exactly where you are—dumped, broken, and looking for a handout." Mira walked toward the kitchen, ignored Elara’s defensive stance, and poured herself a glass of water. "Julian Sterling’s ex, right? I saw the tabloids. He really did a number on you. You look like you’d break if someone sneezed too hard."

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

"It's here, in Iridian." Something else caught my eye, another door--this one different in every way. It sat at the center of the floor, a mirror image of the circular opening in the ceiling. A single handle sat in the center of the door, the same midnight stone with silver flecks in its surface. I crouched down, running my fingers over the smooth stone. It glittered and sparkled under my touch, its smooth surface showing the fiery reflection of my tangled hair. I jumped as Aidan's reflection shimmered over my shoulder, his face still pale and pained.

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

The queen smiled slyly at Eureka now and her current appearance faded off, replaced by a totally different Succubino appearance. The new face staring at Eureka with a sly grin had red flaming hair instead of the purplish black hair with the bony facial features of her mom. “It was a nice gimmick, pretending to be your mother, you’re one foolish girl!” The real Succubus queen said. “My name is Mirage Maja. I had everyone play along just to fool you.” “Even Orea,” Eureka said under her breath. She was beginning to like Orea and she knew Orea had no choice but to play along.

I rasped. Mirena’s expression contorted in frustration. “I cannot see… she is too far, too protected…” Then, her body suddenly jerked. And then, just as quickly as it had come, the flames snuffed out, plunging the shrine into darkness. Mirena gasped, stumbling backward, her glowing eyes fading back to normal. She caught herself, panting and her hands trembling as she pressed them to her temples. I ran forward despite the pain wrecking my body. “What did you see?”

Lines of code spilled across the screen, dense and encrypted. “It’s not just a data file,” Mira murmured. “Elias embedded something inside. Something alive.” “Alive?” Lena echoed. Mira tapped the screen. “An evolving algorithm. Adaptive. It’s rewriting itself as we speak.” The display shifted, characters morphing into symbols that flickered like heartbeat pulses. My chest tightened. I recognized the pattern—Elias’s signature. “What’s it doing?” I asked. “Trying to find a mirror,” Mira said. “It’s looking for its other half.”