Miriko Novels & Stories

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

Isaac gave Mira the side eye. “I am not!” Mira shouted at him. “Hahaha! One thing that’s really awesome about her is her special skill, the Dead-Eye. With that thing active, she won’t miss her shot.” “Well, I guess among archers she is cool…” Mira pouted and puffed her cheeks. Isaac smiled seeing Mira’s reaction. He patted Mira’s back as if to give her support. “It’s okay, I’m sure you’re going to earn some recognition in the future.”

They talked for a while about random things. "Mike, there's something that's been bothering me," Vanessa said mid way into their conversation. "What's that? It seems like you have a lot if things bothering you, today," he replied. "It's about Annabelle," she said. "The Siromani? She's in your school, right?" She smiled. "Yeah, she's my friend." "How did you manage to snag a Siromani? Those people are rare kinds," he joked. She chuckled. They sure are rare kinds, rare kinds that are trouble magnets."

She needs time,' I tell him, hoping to placate him. 'She's beautiful,' he says, admiring his mate. I'm surprised that she's a white wolf—they're incredibly rare—basically unheard of. Not to mention, typically our wolf's coat reflects our hair and has our same eye color. Unless they're a rogue, then their eyes are red. Like me, my wolf has black fur and green eyes, but Amaris's wolf's white coat isn't the only thing that differs from her human side. While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Madam Ria, this is my future wife Green. Green, this is madam Ria, the caretaker of this orphanage." Green glared at Langit, she didn't mind Langit introduced her that way. While madam Ria smiled widely. "Nice to know you, Miss Green. You are very pretty, just like miss Keira, excuse me then, the water is boiling, I'll bring the noodles over here then." Madam Ria left Green and Langit before finishing her words, because she should to take care of the children from the orphanage who play the rain with Green a moment ago.

She stood up from the armchair she sat on, "We want things returned to their rightful owners. First the grimoire and then your Alpha position." My eyes narrowed, "What grimoire?" "The Aiken grimoire, the one that has the only resurrection spell known to work." She then tilted your head, "You killed Jasmine in cold blood and stole the grimoire from Debra to stop her from bringing her back, isn't that right?" "How's that any of your business, witch?" I spat the words out, but she didn't seem fazed at all. "Because I am Debra's grandmother." Her pale eyes looked up at me, her wrinkled hands raised to my face, and her eyes held mine. “See what shall happen to you and your mate.”

I ask, raising my eyebrow at him, but he only blinks and shakes his head again. “No, Lily, that woman is an actual fox, not a werewolf. Can’t you see her tails? There must be a reason there’s a bind on her tongue, and it cannot be a good thing, especially if her father had it done to her.” I look at Fenriz and his wife again, but this time, my eyes switch to silver and my heart races when I see what Konstantin means. Umiko had seven tails, and the spirit surrounding her seems to have its claws embedded deep in Fenriz’s lower back.

Robb glanced at her and interrupted, “ This isn't the moon crystal, it's a fake, someone made it look like the moon crystal to deceive you, ” Amaria's eyes widened in disbelief. She shook her head and tried processing everything she just heard. “ Then what is it? ” Dove asked. “ It's Larq, a crystal made from pure infant blood, this was normally used back in the days to lure Daemons into a trap. Daemons sure love the smell and taste of an infant's blood, it stimulates their appetite and makes them go madly hungry. But now it is considered as an illegal act to sell or produce this thing.” Robb explained.

His eyes were the sun. The trees passed Moon’s huge frame quickly and he stopped. He spotted a wolf. A brown wolf. A magnificent one. The wolf was a bit smaller than Moon. It was a female. It was Viviana’s wolf, Miracle. Her brown fur had shining golden borders. Her ears were sharp and straight. She was alert. Her back screamed possession.