Miranda Monster Prom Novels & Stories

Miranda venomously whispers and nods at the witch. "Make sure she doesn't come back. I took out the repellent on most of the dorms. You can call your people" Miranda says and a satisfied smirk stretches on her lips.

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

Their calculated move ensured their protection from the chemical assault. Unbeknownst to Miranda, she became an unwitting victim as she made her way back to Blake's mansion. Unaware of the drone lurking above, ready to unleash its payload, she stepped out of her car. In an instant, the chemical began to manifest on her skin, evoking a blood-curdling scream from her lips. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and within seconds, she disintegrated into a cloud of dust, leaving only remnants of her existence behind.

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

Mary screamed in shock, but once we calmed her down, she realized Miranda was a good witch. “Miranda is good mom, even great, if she’d let herself be,” I tease Miranda. Miranda goes red in the face, shaking her head. My mom looks between both of us, “What? What am I missing?” she asks. “Well, it turns out the Moon Goddess decided to play a little joke on me,” Miranda says. “Oh?” my mom asks. “Yes, the Beta of the Black Shadow Pack has turned out to be my mate,” she says.

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.

Literally, the California town looked like it had been snowed under – but with spider webs. That’s what the glass terrariums looked like, but on a smaller scale. “Oh my God…” I whispered, gazing around me in terror. Suddenly the door opened, and there she was. Miranda. She wore a long white dress, appropriate for a fancy party on the beach – or a yacht. Clingy fabric, sleeveless, with a top held up by a single loop of cloth around her neck. A gold metallic belt was cinched around her waist. She looked like a Bond girl. Or a Bond villain, what with all the spiders. Or both.