Mirajane Strauss Novels & Stories

“Bugger that, mate. Mathias told me about the dead girl and how you told him that you had a friend who had visions of their deaths. Who do you think helped him find where she was? You were so secretive the night when Mathias called you and asked you about the girl. Now I understand why.” I ignore his comment and ask again. “What’s a Breija, and how do you know Amara is one?” He runs his gaze gently over Amara’s face. “A Breija is what we in the Supernatural world call a mirror seer. Breijas are very rare and powerful women who look at reflections and see visions of deaths. Haley says that Amara looked into the mirror then fainted. If she is a Breija, that would have affected her. She must

“The mortal tried to escape on the journey here. Azrael found her with this.” The mortal, this. The mortal, that. Didn’t anyone care that I had a name? Solana’s sun-flecked eyes widened as they flitted from the shard of mirror to my face. She reached for it with long, elegant fingers. Barely touching the sharp curve of glass, she exhaled. “A shard of the soul mirror tainted with Mirari’s blood. How is this possible?” Draco huffed, his tail swishing across the floor. Azrael inclined his head, and I wondered if he could somehow understand him.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

Mira Aura put down the wine glass in her hand, stood up, and walked upstairs. She went into the bedroom, opened the box and gently picked up the picture in the box, her eyes were no longer cold but suddenly filled with tenderness. Her lips trembled slightly, and softly said to the photo: "Dad, mom, you know, the old man of the Levi family is dead! He's really dead! Do your parents know? Did your parents in the sky see it?" The more she spoke, the more her eyes became sad, and tears immediately flowed. She remembers things that happened long ago, which influenced and changed her life. Mira Aura wasn't originally her name, her real name was Sabrina Cruz.

After cleaning the broken tray, Mira excused herself earlier than normal. And the moment she stepped outside the chamber doors— She stopped breathing steadily. Her hands trembled violently. No. She knew what she saw. Twice. Not imagination. Not exhaustion. Something inside that mirror had looked back at her. And smiled. --- That night— Mira avoided mirrors completely. But sleep never came. Because every time she closed her eyes— She saw Elian’s reflection whispering silently through the glass. And somehow— Deep down— She felt certain of one terrifying thing.

"I saw it shift just before Darius stepped forward. I did not move it. You did not move it. What caused it?" Mira was quiet for a moment. "I have been thinking about that," she said. She turned her notebook to a marked page covered in small neat writing. "Your luck stat is SSS rank," she said. "That rank does not appear in any standard classification system in the archive. A rank is the highest recorded for any natural ability. S rank exists in ancient texts but has not been documented in living memory." Kael waited. "SSS suggests something beyond classification," she continued. "Which means it may not operate the way normal stats operate. It may actively interact with the environment around

beach, where the million people were now standing up and looking at the sky. "The memories used to build the simulation have to come from somewhere " the woman said quietly. Maya looked at the door. There was a sign, on it: *Oruk Anam Research Facility. Project Mirror.* She looked at her palm. The purple symbol was gone.. When she closed her hand into a fist she felt a tiny familiar heat. Maya thought, if the world we saved was a game then why do I still feel the weight of a million souls in my hand?. Who is the person still watching us from the other side of the glass?