Miranda Carr Novels & Stories

In a silence that settled on them so heavily, they remembered how fragile a position they had come to be in now. In the far shadows of the hall, a figure emerged: presence commanding, shrouded in some aura of foreboding. **Miranda**, mother of Maxine, stepped forward out of that shadow, and her dark eyes were crisscrossed by lines of painful life decisions and unyielding belief. Long silver hair flowed down her back like a river of moonlight, her expression grim with determination. "This," Miranda said, her voice low and laced with fear, "is why I wanted to kill Hannah before. The prophecy was clear. If we allow the three-moon eclipse to come to pass, it will bring destruction. It might kill

What would I do without the old man. Efficiently the driver is back in the car and gone as I turn to Miranda. She is as beautiful as I remember her, long curly auburn hair to her waist and that mischievous twinkle in her almond shaped chocolate brown eyes that shine against her freckled skin. Her cute little button nose and her full lips make her look about twenty instead of an ancient powerful vampire. She wears a beautiful earthy green flowing dress that makes her look like an ancient goddess.

I approached the cabinet where I keep the files that John handed me before. My hands were shaking as I flipped the page and scanned the details of Angela. Then, I stopped after I read something. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as the papers fell on the floor. I was blankly staring at the wall while the information I had read slowly sank into my head. "Occupation...prostitute in the entertainment club," I whispered as I weakly bend my knees on the floor in disbelief.

She couldn't risk the chance of things going wrong at this stage so she'd rather keep it to herself in the meantime. Maria couldn't boast about being talented when it came to acting, or anything else. She hung in between petty knowledge on different topics and a thousand personality to go with different occasions. She still had a lot to learn, a woman's gotta start somewhere, right? She picked up her cell phone, intending to search for tips regarding to the career path she had chosen but she met something else that left her awestruck. At the notification bar lay different articles confirming Jackson's sexuality as being homosexual. A gasp departed her throat when her eyes fell on the last th

It was hard to find skinwalkers from the Wilder Clan, since most of us was killed off before the first reset. I was running through the woods looking for food, when a group of wolves stopped in front of me. They shifted into a group of men but one caught my eye. Mate. I shifted and he stepped closer. "Who are you and why are you trespassing?" He asked. "I was sent by Arachne, Goddess of Arachnids. My name is Arabella of the Wilder Clan, I'm your real mate." I told him. "Wilder Clan? You're a Skinwalker?" He asked, with surprise.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

Miranda told her. The woman broke into a radiant smile. “Thank you.” She walked in with light steps, and her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Mike. “General Lloyd, I came to see you.” Mike was clearly surprised. “What are you doing here?” “I took some time off specifically to visit you,” she set down her gifts and gracefully extended a hand toward Miranda. “Hi there, I’m Lena Scott. I used to train under General Lloyd.” Miranda smiled and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Miranda Stone.”

he snarled. Miranda smirked, sprawled across the couch in crimson silk. “She’s not untouchable. She’s just got big brothers with money.” Victor’s lip curled. “Big brothers who’ll soon realize money can’t shield her from everything.” He yanked open his laptop, pulling up confidential files. Contracts. Ledgers. Deals made in shadows. Miranda leaned over his shoulder, her perfume sickly sweet. “What are you planning?” A cruel smile twisted his mouth. “If she wants to play heiress, let’s see how she handles a scandal. One wrong whisper in the press, one doctored document—her shiny Carver name will be dragged through the mud.”

“I’m sorry, Emily, oh, Miranda. I wasn’t thinking. Forget I said anything about marriage or kids. We can just keep doing what we’re doing. I’m just happy we’re together.” Miranda closed her eyes, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. She had been to hell and back, but she was still standing. Not as Emily Carter, the woman who had died on that operating table alongside her unborn child, but as Miranda Carter—a new identity, a new life. The pain had made her stronger, more determined. “It’s okay,” she said softly, a small, determined smile tugging at her lips. “What doesn’t kill me only makes me stronger.”