Mirajane Strauss Novels & Stories

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."

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.

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.”

she nodded and slowly opened her eyes. When she saw Armani again, Mirai hugged me tightly while peeking at Armani. I laugh at her reaction. Armani released his wings, and it stunned Mirai, her mouth agape in awe. “Mirai, he is Armani, the legendary snake of the whole Majika. Don’t worry, because Armani won't hurt you.” I said. Mirai looked at Armani in amazement. “You are Armani? I thought it was just a rumor because no one sees you. But I was wrong because you are here in front of me now. I am Mirai!” she said with a smile. Her shaking slowly dissipated.

Despite the intensity, a subtle smile graced Ezra's lips upon hearing Ava's voice. Ava, unable to contain her excitement, rushed toward Ezra, enveloping her in a tight hug. Following closely behind Ava was Ivan, a familiar face from the past, and a new acquaintance, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity as they welcomed the enigmatic return of Ezra to their midst.