Miriam Wandersong Novels & Stories

I could feel Mom next to me and risked a glance at her. She was so much more than just my mother. Miriam Hayle, leader of her powerful coven, master of four strains of power stood there, glowing in a column of rainbow light. I opened to her completely, all fear gone, melding with the mind of the family, Quaid's consciousness sliding past me on the same path. As one we gave her our power and she swelled with it, glowing in the darkness. The flames gutted low, the element of fire lending her its strength, the very air falling still, the ground beneath our feet trembling at the weight of her presence.

But Sarah was gone, had been gone for twenty-four years, and Miriam was alone in this house with people who saw her as an obstacle to be removed. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Through her tears, Miriam saw Emily’s name and grabbed it like a lifeline. “Em,” she gasped out. “Whoa, Miri? What happened? Are you crying?” “They want me to marry him.” The words came out choked and broken. “Emily, they want me to marry Damien Rhodes.” “What? Who’s Damien Rhodes?”

“Thousands of years ago, our ancestor, Miri made it out of her tear drops. She passed it on to her daughter in her dying moments and it served as a gateway to us for generations.” “Gateway, in what sense.” Something deep within me tells me she's saying the truth. I can't pinpoint where it's coming from but to a strong nudge. “It served as a means by which the older generation though dead may still contact and guide the living.” “Who was Miri again, and what power did she possess?” “Miri, was the first white wolf recorded in our blood line. She was naive and didn't know much until it was too late. This made her to make the pendant after losing her mate. One exceptional power she was known for

As she walks in a farken alley. Mira felt that there is something not right.She was envelope with fear and apprehension. She cannot seem to communicate with her companion and summon her. Siince her exile from their kingdom that was invaded by bad witches who uses black magic. She and her white lighter escape to save her who is destined to fulfil the prophecy, her guardian and constant companion is a white lighter named Lila.

I whisper weakly. I already lost one mate. I already survived unbearable grief. Now somehow I’m connected to some ancient prophecy? No. No, this cannot be happening. Maverick suddenly steps in front of me protectively. “What exactly does this prophecy say?” he asks coldly. Elder Miriam hesitates. For the first time since she entered the room… she looks afraid to speak. Then finally, she whispers: “When two broken wolves are bound beneath the Moon Goddess twice…” My wolf whimpers softly inside me.

“You lost?” one of the men asks, his head tilting to the side. A jagged scare runs from just under one eye, wrapping around to the tip of his mouth, and dread pools in my gut. Even having spent the last few months in exile, and the years before that on Faerie, everyone knows of Dane Marrik. The panther shifter whose shadow works as a mercenary group for the biggest and baddest. Rhett hasn’t left me alone for over a week… and now that he has? Even I don’t believe in that much of a coincidence.

said Cameron with a scowl. “When I identified the sapphire dragon as the one who’d kidnapped you, they immediately knew it was Glynis,” said Lianne from beside her in a whispered tone. “Apparently, she is one of the few females in the clan who can shift, and none of the others are blue. She didn’t count on having a witness remain, I guess, or perhaps she was so arrogant it never occurred to her. When Cameron learned of her part in the treachery, he seemed hell-bent on ripping her apart as well, but sanity prevailed, and he banished her instead. He dropped her into English territory,” said Lianne as she sipped from her goblet.

She needed his soul to be hers. When visiting hours were over, Silje had to be dragged out by a nurse. Even as she was pulled away from him, she murmured, “Are you happy now? You have ruined me. Is this your revenge?” Kail’s love. Kail’s revenge. *** “A long long time ago, a Sami girl lived in the cold northern land. The Eskimo girl drank reindeer blood and sang every day. She sang that her love will come back from his death. She sang the Requiem of Soul over and over again. She continued to sing and pray while her dead lover remained frozen. His body roamed among the icebergs until he reached the world of gods, thanks to the girl’s song.”

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

My mouth went dry. It was probably the seven hundredth time I’d wondered during the trip here. What if I’m making an awful mistake. But I thought of last night and realized how badly I wanted to believe in Mathis. “Saria!” A woman’s voice called me. My head whipped to see Lola, the blacksmith’s wife, walking with her husband toward his shop. I drew a quick breath but then realized that in their eyes it would appear I was merely walking up the road with the honored, old, magistrate.