Miranda Monster Prom Novels & Stories

WINTER'S POV I made it to my room and locked the door behind me. My bags were already inside even though Dante said they'd bring them up after dinner. Of course they were. These men didn't ask permission for anything. I pulled out my phone with shaking hands. Fifteen messages from Marcus. I didn't read them. I never did anymore but I saw the last one and my blood turned to ice. I know you're in the Moretti mansion. Pretty place. Big gates. Three stepbrothers. Does Mommy know you're fucking her new stepsons yet? Or are you waiting for them to force you like you always wanted?

As Rose spoke unaware to her Ace who was asleep was woken by the sound of her voice and he heard all she said. Rose continues to speak, still unaware of Ace being awake. “ you know what? I want to tell you one thing,what ever supernatural thing you said Miranda has I don't care, All I want to know is that she Miranda must not follow us back to Golden wolf pack, that girl has bad luck just like her mum and I don't want her for my son or even anywhere near my son, if not I promise I am gonna kill her with my own bare hands.” Ace Pov

“I’m just saying, if I do become immortal, I'll never work a night shift again. Ever. I will haunt the rich exclusively.” I snorted. “You already do that.” She grinned. “Practice makes perfect.” Then it happened. A scream tore through the night. Not a drunk’s yell. Not laughter. Not a lover’s argument spilling into the street. This was pain—pure, ripping, animal. Mae froze. So did I. Another scream followed. Closer. Then another, layered over it, deeper and broken short like someone choking on their own blood. My stomach dropped. “That’s not—” Mae started.

The moment his shadow cleared the gates, Victoria had set her trap. The heavy iron door of the cavern groaned, and Miranda Shaw marched into the torchlight, dragging Madison Clarke and Sadie Monroe. Madison was blindfolded with heavy silk laced with wolfsbane to dull her senses. The jagged echo of Victoria’s laugh made the young Monroe pup shudder. Victoria prowled toward Madison, her nails lengthening into claws as she dug them into the girl's chin. "This scent disgusts me. You carry the exact pheromones of that low-born Monroe bitch."

There, in a state of half-human, half-wolf transformation, I discovered Miranda tied up, her form an unsettling sight. Disgust and anger coursed through me as I questioned Lucas's motives. He explained that Miranda had betrayed him, and he intended to make her suffer. While I despised her actions, I knew that Blake still had plans for her. Thinking quickly, I proposed a different approach, suggesting that we expose Miranda's monstrous form to humiliate her before the pack. Lucas found the idea intriguing and agreed to release her. However, Miranda's response was unexpected. Swiftly, she drove her fingers into Lucas's heart, causing him to scream in agonizing pain until he finally succumbed t

Two large ones moved forward, gripping Miranda's arms as she shrieked. "SHUT UP! WHEN REBECCA GETS OUT, SHE'LL KILL YOU ALL!" Miranda screamed, thrashing wildly. "LET GO OF ME! I WANT THAT OMEGA DEAD! TOM! TOM, SAVE ME!" She turned toward her mate, Elder Tom—who hadn't moved from where he stood near the tree line. But he didn't come. He turned his back on her. And just like that, Miranda Rivera was dragged from the stage, kicking and screaming, her voice slowly fading into the distance.

The monster looked confused at the change of events. It then jumped at her and appeared on the cabin Verandah, intending to fight her down. Just then, Miriam jumped down from where she stood back down the steps. Immediately, she threw black powder that magically spread throughout the cabin, locking the monster in. "Stay there," Miriam said, running back to where she came from.

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

Either way I am glad they finally understand I am not going anywhere. “Mom, Miranda is here. She’s helping with the case,” I share with my mom. Clapping her hands together, “Oh I can’t wait to see that sweet girl, how is she?” my mom asks. As if by magic, oh wait it is magic, Miranda “pops” into the room. “Did I hear my name mentioned?” Miranda asks. Mary screamed in shock, but once we calmed her down, she realized Miranda was a good witch.

she suddenly spits out, her eyes glowing with a sinister light. “What… how?” I stammer in shock, letting the sound of running water drown out her words. Miranda’s face darkens. Her lips curl, and the tenderness and playfulness she usually wears in her eyes vanish completely. “It’s almost time, you know…” she murmurs in a hardened, chilling whisper. “Your disgusting little wolves will disappear from the face of the Earth.” “What’s wrong with you, Miranda?” I shout over the running water and dirty dishes. “Haha, you know me… I just like being scary,” she replies, the color returning to her cheeks.