Miriam Wandersong Novels & Stories

She made it disconnect when the voice came in, setting her whole vision into a swirl. "Maria..." That accent that called her name like it defined her. It wasn't hard to recognize who it was, "Maria, my life...my love..." He began singing in a slow calming tone. She didn't have it in her disconnect. Weirdly, Andrew's voice was the only thing that felt the closest to home. She swallowed hard, almost choking on the bile that rose in her throat. "I saw the articles...you really went there to hit big, eh? I knew you could do it...but not this way, I didn't expect it."

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

They were also her favorites; Marylene being the oldest and most trusted employee. Mary was about 52 years old, an old lady with a very big heart. She could very well remember the first time she tasted Mary's cooking, it was literally heaven bursting on her tongue. She had come to ask for the job to support herself and her son since her husband had just passed away. She was a stay-at-home wife so things were hard for them. She shared her passion for cooking with Jim and he gave her a chance, also because she was a very nice lady with kind words and a soothing smile.

"What's your name?" "Miriam. Though most called me the Shadow Healer." She reached out with trembling hands, stopping just short of touching Lyra's face. "I thought you were dead. Everyone did. The night the Shadowlands fell, Elena smuggled you out. Gave you to a trusted friend. Then she went back to fight." "And died," Lyra said quietly. Miriam's expression flickered. "That's what they wanted everyone to believe." "What does that mean?" "It means I need to sit before I fall." Miriam moved to a chair, lowering herself carefully. "I'm not as young as I used to be. And what I have to tell you takes strength I'm not sure I have anymore."

Miriam POV Miriam had lived for one hundred and forty-three years, far beyond the normal lifespan of her kind. She was sustained by the very bloodline magic she had devoted her life to protecting. She had witnessed four previous awakenings. She had helped facilitate the transfer of consciousness from compromised vessels to more suitable ones. She had made the hard choices that lesser wolves could not stomach in the service of preserving something far more important than individual lives. She had thought she understood the full scope of what the Lunaris bloodline could become.

“I got carried away.” “Carried away indeed,” Elder Miriam turned to glance sideways at me. She held a long grey cord in her hands. Her eyes flickered to my side where Sylvia stood, and she raised an eyebrow. “You are from the Kyrian Pack.” “Currently,” Sylvia seemed to want to say something more, but stopped herself halfway through the words leaving her lips. Elder Miriam’s eyes narrowed. “Hmm,” she turned to me. “You, come here.”

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

“We need to begin the cleansing ritual as soon as possible. Sorry, I was down for a few days, but my time is short. I need to hasten things up now.” “Has the Moonwhisperer been informed?” I asked. “Yes, and she will arrive later today, I’m sure.” I nodded, but my gaze kept drifting to the woman standing quietly beside the priestess. Something about her tugged strongly at my memory. Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I nodded in her direction. “Who is this?” “This is Miriam,” the High Priestess replied. “She is going to play a very important role in the ritual. Afterwards, with Maya’s help, she will help secure the borders and slow down the Feral attacks.”

“She had a vision. Didn’t tell anyone at first, not even me. Just kept watching the stars and whispering your name. She knew you were coming long before your feet ever touched Hollowbrook soil.” Samantha looked into the fire. “That doesn’t surprise me. It’s just… Mira.” Tavian’s voice broke in from the shadows. “She’s the last of her line, you know. Descendant of the star-singers. The ones who used to speak with the first wolves. There’s more to her than any of us will ever fully understand.” They both looked over at him. His blade was sheathed now. He was staring into the dark trees as if expecting them to whisper back.

The entire tribal folk who had assembled at their leader’s house followed them, Mahira was in centre with Wakanovak and Damika on each side of her, she was lead out of their house through a back exit, as soon as they stepped out Mahira was met with a beautiful sight of lush greenery, after walking a little ahead she saw a pond with a natural waterfall not very high up, it was full moon night and the moonlight shimmered and broke into ripples on the calm water surface over the pond. On closer look she was surprised to see that the waterfall was shielding the mouth to a cave, yes, there was a cave that she could see through the waterfall, this is where the entire tribal group stopped, only Ma