Miranda Books Novels & Stories

Scarlet, determined to bridge the gap of three years, began filling Ezra in on the events that unfolded in her absence. With each word, Scarlet painted a vivid picture of the family's journey in her absence. The news of their grandfather's demise struck Ezra's heart, the revelation of his last moments waiting for her leaving a heavy ache. Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented.

Miranda is a teacher I like, even if she wears way too many bracelets and a collection of crystals around her neck. "Ah, Patricia!" Miranda places her hands on my shoulders, causing me to shudder at her cold hands. Her nails are long, and her accent sounds like she is originally from France. "I love what you are going for here. Your picture is so brooding! Like a bad omen." I lift an eyebrow. I'm dabbling a black cat sleeping in a meadow under the starlit sky—how could Miranda possibly think it's dark? "Uh..." Not knowing what to say, I take her words with a grain of salt and just smile. "Thanks."

Books were scattered around her like a storm had passed, each one yanked from the library shelves as if she were waging a personal war against every single page. “Listen to this one,” she said sometime around three in the morning, holding a book up to the lamp’s soft glow. “‘The trial of Luna Sera Vael, conducted in the year of the Blood Moon, concluded after six hours of continuous combat, during which the challenger employed both shifted form and a paralytic compound derived from–’” She cut herself off. “Actually, scratch that one.” “Mira.” “I’m curating,” she said, voice steady. “There are good ones. Precedents that went well.”

Soraya's Pov Mira walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out an old leather book that looked like it might fall apart if you touched it wrong. She brought it back to the table and opened it carefully, the pages were yellow and covered in handwriting that was so faded I could barely read it. "This book contains everything I know about blood seals" Mira said. "I'm going to lend it to you so you can study it and understand what you're dealing with. But you must promise to return it when you're done. Books like this are rare and valuable."

Lena sat there, phone still pressed to her ear, her mind spinning. He who had no business interfering—had just warned her to back off. Mira wasn’t just lucky. She had powerful people behind her. And Lena? She was running out of allies. Her hands trembled as she set her phone down, her mind racing. “How did little Mira got in the corners of powerful men like micheal “

"Put it in the Academy library. With the Old Ones' records and whatever else is there. Let it be found." Miranda stood and came around the desk and did something she had not done before. She embraced Vera — briefly, because that was how Vera received things. Vera's hands came up and held for a moment and then released. "The library," Vera said, returning to her usual register. "The proper section. I have written the catalogue notes inside the front cover." "I will handle it tonight," Miranda said. She took the book and went. --- The Academy library was quiet in the evening.

“So, figured anything that’d send me back yet?” “Not exactly,” she replied. “It’s why I brought them.” She said as Calista lowered the books to the table. Miranda, who seemed to be her mother, plucked one from the pile, opening it and scanning through like she had done it a hundred times. “How are there even books here?” I asked. “Did you die with the books?” Miranda looked up at me with an amused look. “Are you really that funny?” “This is not supposed to be funny,” I said.

CAIN POV She knows now. But how? She remembered something? It doesn’t seem like she remembered. It seems like someone told her. Now, I can understand why she wanted that book back so desperately. Miranda is the one who helped her. That book must be the ancient tales book so she can read the old story. But, Miracle is still stupid. She thinks history is true. I can see it in her eyes. She thinks it’s all true without any hint of lie. But what is history, but a truth with hint of lies.

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?