Miriko Novelas e Histórias

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

I said while turning to face the girls. "Well, we'll wait and see who comes first—" "Who comes first?" Lyannah and Zylene jumped in surprise when someone spoke behind them at the same time the scent of sandalwood filled my nose and a pair of green-eyes met mine. His lips immediately formed into a wide smile and his eyes formed into crescents. "Hi, Av," Mirco greeted me. I smiled back albeit awkwardly, "Hello." The girls sent me a teasing smile, "we'll go ahead then! Have fun on your breakfast date!" Marrah yelled teasingly as they all headed towards the counter to take their food.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

I thought to myself, cringing inwardly. My eyes landed on Mirai, who offered me an encouraging smile. Her straight white hair flowed around her, so long, it draped down past her chair. Her eyes, the same platinum white, were tinged with just a hint of darkness where her irises and pupils should be, giving her an air of mystery. She wore a lavender crystal sphere around her neck that glowed faintly from within. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of power resided inside it. I could always feel the energy radiating from it whenever she was nearby. I gave her a nearly imperceptible nod before looking away.

For the first time in a long time, Mira felt intrigued. Mirabel Erickson, an 18-year-old 300-level mechanical engineering student, was strikingly beautiful. Her smooth brown skin, which she fondly referred to as her "chocolate color," only added to her confident charm. Born and raised in Lagos but of Edo heritage, Mirabel carried herself with a natural grace that often turned heads.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Mikael, fully clothed, is standing several yards away. "Grab her," I yell into his head. He gazes at me from the distance but doesn't immediately move closer to her. My scream echoes throughout the night at the same time Mikael makes a grab. Pepper jumps and he's too late. I can only watch as she falls to her death. She doesn't fight it and dives head first in a graceful display of insanity. I can't look away because I've done this. I've killed her.

So why is Mirovir slow? The ancient werewolf suddenly growled loudly and rushed forward. Yarsi wanted to dodge, but changed his mind, deciding not to drag out the fight. He met Mirovir by staying where he was. In the air flashed five talons crowned with long claws, aiming at his throat. The guy intercepted the opponent's wrist, squeezed it with force. From the blow of the second hand, aimed at the stomach, I had to bounce. The huge monster instantly attacked again, trying to lean with all the weight of its body. Yarsi ducked under his sweeping blow, habitually clenched his hand into a fist and felt that something was preventing him. Look at what exactly was once. He let Mirovir past him and

The smell of thick black coffee, sweetened condensed milk, and thin ribbons of kretek smoke tangled with the night wind, which had started to bite against bare skin. Michi sat stiffly at the end of a stool, both hands wrapped tightly around a glass cup of hot ginger tea, steam curling up in thin white wisps. Her gray midi skirt looked so out of place against the rough cement floor, where puddles from the afternoon's leftover rain still hadn't fully drained. She felt like some alien creature that had accidentally landed on the wrong planet.