Miriam Wandersong Novels & Stories

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

I heard Miriam gasp as it caught her eye. "Aro. I think he's telling the truth. I've never seen this language before, it's not even what was on the scroll I found in the computer archives, but I can read it." She exclaimed, shock lacing through her words. I may not trust the two spirit clan Fae in front of me, but I trusted my mate. Since we had sealed our bond, I could sense her feelings, and there wasn't any hint of deception, only surprise and curiosity. I watched her quietly as she began flipping through the pages in the book, waiting for her to speak further. She stopped suddenly on a page containing an image of a grotesque looking creature. It looked like a science experiment gone wron

The Game Master had been hiding in plain sight all along, watching all of us as he impersonated the people in his own pack. As I wracked my mind through everything I learned in the past twenty-four hours, only one memory stood out in my mind. Nadia submerged herself into the lake I had seen when I first came to Iridian. She wore nothing but the amulet around her neck. One made from silver, with a smooth diamond at the center. The Game Master had been worried about her as she walked into the dark, star-flecked waters. She emerged and survived, but something about her had changed. The white bull spoke of magic, and clearly the amulet was some kind of conduit.

No matter what obstacles stood in my way. I was Mira. Luna of Evergreen. Daughter of warriors. Mother of two one lost, one growing. And I would fight for my family. For my pack. For the future we were building together. The journey ahead would be dangerous. But I'd faced worse. And survived. I would survive this too. We all would. Together.

What if the pack rejects her and the baby? Wanda snaps out of her thoughts at the sound of Mira’s voice. Mira is one of the pack maids. She is in charge of the laundry and occasional outfits of every member of the house. Despite her miniature frame, she is in her mid-forties and has gathered enough experience in laundry matters. She has a commandeering voice that makes her subordinates get things done at the snap of her fingers. She is arriving from the Pack Laundry house when she sees Petra and Wanda in the garden. Petra is plaiting Wanda’s hair into cornrows. The former had insisted, even though Wanda did not feel up to it. However, now that she is holding a mirror and can see what Petra i

And Miriam, who was so used to a world of privilege and power, was suddenly a nobody. Vanessa went over to where Miriam was squatting, her body a shivering wreck. She leaned in, her voice a low, threatening whisper. “If I were you, you should run back to mummy. Because that little friend of yours that was wasted by some gang, those same gangs might come for you.” She straightened up and took a long, slow chug of her beer, her eyes fixed on Miriam, a cruel, triumphant smile on her face. She knew Miriam would believe her. She knew Miriam was terrified.