Mirha Shah Novels & Stories

Lia asked, and Akisha shook her head. "No. She's nothing, " Akisha said, then walked away. "Uhm... we're deeply sorry for Raven's attitude. Raven is just like that sometimes. But she is kind. " Troy said while looking at the woman. "I know. By the way, I'm Miracle Fuentes. Mira for short," said the woman, and smiled, and, of course, we introduced ourselves. "Can you do me a favor?" Mira asked innocently. "What is it?" Lia asked with a bright smile.

Since she was a child, Tatiana Kintyre Wilbur Thyagaraja was born to be defective with all the traits of a she-wolf. She was born weak to slay, fragile for all the quirks that had to give rise to fulfillment, and a wimp to even hoist up a sword. But she's the claimed lineage of Thyagaraja's direct disciples through various ancestors, the reason she was scurried to be the Alpha's mate. Yet, after knowing how feeble she is, the Alpha ordered a decree for all the gratis she-wolf to battle and win the chance to be his other half.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

"You should thank me and pay me for babysitting him." "I already do, don't I?" Hawk raised an eyebrow and ruffled Zara's hair, earning a glare from his sister. "Hi, Mira." She greeted me with a smile and kissed my cheek. "You look beautiful. Are you going somewhere?" "Oh, I will go back to work as a teacher." "Cool, as a student, I'm telling you that I'd want a teacher like you. You're just too nice for this world, but unluckily for you, you married the opposite."

She wears a frayed coat far too large for her thin frame. "Yes," I say, keeping my voice as steady as possible. "I am." "Me too." She exhales a cloud of white mist. "I'm Mira. House Calloway." "Aylin," I say back, matching her quiet tone. "Aylin Lunaris." Mira goes silent. Everyone knows that name. I am used to the pity and strange looks that follow it. A woman steps onto the marble platform, and frantic whispers die down immediately. Tall and sharp-featured, dressed in solid black, she holds a thin silver rod pulsing faintly at the tip. She looks carved from the palace walls, never once questioning if that is a good thing.

she continued, like I hadn’t spoken, “before he even registered I was here, his eyes went to you first.” “You’re reading into things.” “I am not reading into anything,” she said firmly, “I am telling you what I saw with my own two functioning eyes.” She tightened her grip on my arm slightly, “Stop pretending, Mira.” I looked at her, “Pretending what?” “That you don’t feel anything,” she said, straightforward and simple, no decoration on it, “because it is becoming genuinely embarrassing to watch, and I say that as someone who loves you completely.” I opened my mouth.

"You called me?" "Who else in this place is worthy of Luna's position?" Rula stared at her in disbelief as the woman chuckled. Rula was completely honest when she said that she didn't really comprehend the hierarchy here. How lofty an Alpha's status is, and how holy Luna's birth is. The woman bowed very politely. "Mrs. Hanne," she said. She introduced herself. "I am the leader of Mirha." Rulla nodded. "Ah, I guess so." She smiled sweetly. "Rula Whitney."

“But I did hear she has a rough personality.” We were now in front of the first door on the third floor and Mirah held the knob before the door opened and there she was. I hadn't met her in person but had seen a few photos around the house of Mrs Ines. “Mirah! Welcome. I wasn't expecting you to stop by my office.“ Elena smiled dropping down the file she was reading. “I thought to stop by.” Mirah smiled and Elena stood up and they shared a hug before her eyes turned to me. “And who is she?” Elena looked at me suspiciously and I was quick to introduce myself. “Hello, am Sierra De L... Just Sierra is fine.” And she blinked before she gave a small smile accessing me from my face down.

Myra decided to change her clothes before joining the lunch. After taking shower she looked at herself in the mirror. A 22 year old girl's reflection got reflected. A girl with 5 feet 11 inch height, ocean blue eyes, golden brown hair, perfect jawline and slim but masculine figure. People used to tell her that she is the mini version of Minerva. Myra sometimes thought in her mind, she really has very few features from her father Rana Pratap. Maybe only a bit of face cutting she has got. She wore a half sleeve t-shirt, with a black skinny jeans.

Ariana asked in a disgusting wave of sound. Before, Mr or Mrs. Kapoor replied, Raima interrupted, "We are their Daughters." "She is Myra and I'm Raima," She introduced and Myra gave a forced smile to everyone. "Ohh, nice to meet you both of you," Ariana smiled at them. Her gaze occurred the attention of Myra. She was dressed in a simple Kurta and Leggings. No part of her body was exposed or to be seen, though she was looking like an angel. Her fair white skin, long dark brown hair with a golden shade, and green emerald eyes make her elegant and gorgeous.