Mirajane X Laxus Novels & Stories

She continues, and I grin at her. “Who said the world is fair, my love? You know I will temporarily block your power use, and then Layla is going to be better than you before your month is up.” Mirage walks to her father, hiding her head in his leg, mumbling about unfair moms, and sisters who just can’t keep up without help. I chuckle at her antics, nodding to Liam. He mindlinks a thank you, hoists Mirage into his arms and walks away with her, putting her down as he takes the other two with him as well.

Others bled from their eyes. Lira fell to her knees, convulsing. The Horax emerged from the mist, cloaked in stolen moonlight, eyes gleaming with power they no longer revered. “You went too far, Lira,” Tamar said, voice trembling with emotion. “You turned justice into execution.” “You betrayed your oath,” Serik growled. “And so we return it to the stars.” Lira lifted her head. Her eyes blazed one last time. She roared, summoned what magic remained, and released a blast that turned half the battlefield to glass. Several Horax were incinerated instantly.

I saw them happy a moment ago, but now they are sulking. "And you know me Mira.. But I'm older than Dante. " He said, smirking at Dante, but he rolled his eyes. I never saw Dante act that way. "By a year! Okay? Stop flexing it every chance you get! " He was pissed at Zephyr, but Zephyr just laughed. I guess they have an inside joke about it.. "Well hi everyone! I am Mirabella Alexander Russo.. Umm.. Yeah. . " I said nervously and they all smiled.

Kane himself struggled to maintain his footing under the relentless pressure. "Your father may have made promises about my future," Mira continued, her eyes blazing with silver fire. "But I'm not a child anymore. I'm not helpless. I'm not yours to claim." She raised her hand, and the power focused, becoming a lance of pure Luna authority aimed directly at Kane. "I am Mira of Blackpine. Lucian's mate. And I choose to sever whatever bonds you think bind me to you." The final surge of power was devastating. Kane was physically thrown backward, his Alpha strength completely overwhelmed. His pack scattered in terror, fleeing into the forest without waiting for orders.

“You see what you want to see, princess. Mira is not a matter of concern for you. If you’re to be my Luna, you’ll need to learn the difference between jealousy and reality.” “Jealousy?” Lyria shot to her feet, her chair scraping across the stone floor. “You call it jealousy when I refuse to be humiliated? I am a princess of the Royal Tribe! I will not be second to a lowlife slave!” Her face turned crimson with her chest heaving as she glared at me. “Mira’s no slave,” My low growl echoed through the walls. “She’s a member of my tribe and I valued her for her loyalty. And you don’t decide anyone’s fate in my pack, princess. You’d do well to remember that.”

Luna, ever the voice of reason whimpered, "But Luna doesn't like him! He gives off serious villain vibes! Run away, Nimue! Run! Girl, turn back!" I ignored them both. Ignoring my wolves was becoming a full-time job these days. Especially when it came to Jin Kisaragi. He was a walking, talking paradox – aloof yet intense, enigmatic—yet oddly comforting. And undeniably handsome. Like, ridiculously, stop-traffic, could-launch-a-thousand-ships handsome.

“But I’m here. For both of you. If you’ll have me.” Lucan studied him for a long moment, the tension between them palpable. Finally, he nodded. “Then prove it.” Jace extended his hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, Lucan took it. Their grip was firm, a silent acknowledgment of what had been and what could be. Smoke filled the air, the acrid scent of fire and blood clinging to everything. Mira stumbled through the wreckage, her heart hammering as she searched for Lucan. When she saw him, his golden eyes catching hers across the battlefield, her knees almost buckled with relief. He crossed the distance between them in moments, pulling her into a fierce embrace.

It was as though Mirage's indifference had chained me to the floor, my fury trapped beneath layers of disbelief and pain. And then Mirage did the unthinkable. "You ask about my Luna," he said, his voice calm, deliberate, echoing through the chamber like a blade against stone. He glanced down at the delicate brunette clinging to his arm. She lowered her lashes, feigning shyness, though her faint smile betrayed her triumph. "This," Mirage said, his hand tightening around hers, "is Lilah. And it is she who I intend to make my Luna." The words fell like thunder. Gasps tore through the council. Some Alphas surged to their feet, outrage in their eyes. Others leaned forward, stunned into silence. J

Darius stared at her in disbelief, his voice rising. “Listen to yourself! You endangered the entire clan, risked all of us… for what? Your petty jealousy? That thorn you speak of is Anana… the Luna of Crimson Blood. Alpha Lucien’s mate.” Mira’s eyes narrowed, a twisted smile curling her lips. “Exactly. That’s why she has to die.” With a roar, Darius slammed his fist into the wall, stone cracking beneath his strength. “Do you want a death wish, Mira? That is Lucien Kael… the God of War! Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”

They were clearly surprised to be summoned by the Luna so late in the night. “You sent for us, Luna?” Jaxon asked, bowing slightly. “I did.” Mira gestured to the seats before her, smiling with the warmth of a queen in control. “Please, sit.” They obeyed. She pushed the tea cups gently toward them. “You’ve both served the pack with great loyalty,” Mira began, her voice soft and regal. “And… I’ve noticed something between you two. A closeness.” Jaxon’s eyes darted to Liana’s, and she blushed.