Mistress Mika Katana Novels & Stories

The wall collapsed, revealing a dark hole. Kiran threw Miko into the hole. Alert to any sound, the Gu Mistress, thinking Kiran was coming, unleashed countless Gu worms that hit Miko instead. Miko screamed, falling dead. Realizing her mistake, the Gu Mistress roared angrily, "Kiran, you're cunning!" She stormed out from the hole. Kiran stood in the study, calm and collected. After arriving to attack, Fukada saw the Gu Mistress and froze, then fell back, terrified. Though he had seen her use Gu worms before, he did not see her face—her actual appearance now terrified him.

She glanced at Layla who was standing at her side. “I can try harder!” “You have been trying hard for the past two days, I fear that you would become exhausted if you tried even harder.” “But–” “And there's this tiny other fact that her stupid mate and his entourages can't be held down anymore, they sure know how to kill, it is even bad that they have stupid Crystabelle with them,” The Mistress said, her lips pulled into a scowl. She waved her hand in Aurora's direction and the chains which had tolled themselves around her wrists and ankles like stubborn vine unlocked themselves and she fell to the ground but she managed to stand on their feet.

“I see, shifters are also known to be rebellious and easy swayed away from their master. I can't help but wonder if she is an impressionable as you say, is it worth the risk?” I realised the woman’s name was Kanata, and that meant she was Victoria Astaroth's wife, her dark brown/black hair just passing the base of her back and the underframe glasses perched on the edge of her nose as she watched me from where I hid behind Vincent. My petite form trembled in fear as I peeked round the bulking form that protected me, I was much smaller than anyone present, much weaker, and well; much more mortal. Did they really think that I would rebel? That I would run off and join one of their enemies, the

"There has been an unspoken rule throughout history that mistresses are safeguarded against being targets of political upheaval." "What if I say no?" She asks. I feel my stomach twist in dismay. My fear is that she would rather leave here than accept this meaningless title change. "Well, why would you?" Lucia asks. "Because...I mean, Onyx and I are not romantically involved." She gestures between the two of us, the urgency in her eyes digging into my heart, causing an ache. "He's just my friend." "What goes on behind the scenes means very little. It's just a title," I assure her firmly. "This title doesn't mean you are obliged to do anything a mistress usually would."

Trying to find where I had gone wrong, but I came up empty. The sex was passionate. The kisses were passionate. The conversations were passionate. The only common denominator was her. I had caught glimpses of her a few times before, through a polaroid Stefan kept in the slip of his wallet. She had porcelain skin, dark hair, a clear complexion, and golden brown eyes that were enough to lure any man in. I knew what he had seen in her, and for that I didn't blame him.

Finally! "C'mon girls! I told you not to mess with her too much." A familiar voice said, making me open one of my eyes to look at the female standing above me with murderous intent. She slowly brought down her katana, holding it by her side and stepping out of my line of sight. I scowled at the next female that came into view. Athena..or rather... Iñari Okami. The mastermind of this whole thing.

"Is she the one in the other photos?" "Not that it's any of your business, but yes," Cole said sternly. "I thought you had information for me?" The priest shifted his focus back to Cole. "Right. The news reports claimed you saw a woman in the room with the victim. Did you notice anything odd about her? For instance, did she have tattoos of large bat wings on her shoulders?" Those were not tattoos of bat wings. Those were actual bat wings, and a long tail. However, the similarities were entirely too coincidental. Did this man know about Zafira, and what she actually was?

“So what do you want, Alpha?” I let the silence drag for a moment. The fire crackled in the fireplace, soft and sharp. “I have an offer for you,” I said finally. She frowned. “An offer?” “Yes. You’ll stay here, under my protection. You’ll have food, shelter, safety. In exchange, you’ll serve as my mistress.” Her expression froze, then twisted into shock and disgust. “Your what?” “You heard me.” I met her gaze steadily. “I could have killed you, but I didn’t. I’m offering you something better than death.”

Their whispers sliced at my ears like knives. They'd never know that, although this was the hundredth time I'd asked for a divorce, tonight was the first time I had enough savings to leave with Mom for good. … That night, muffled groans drifted from the master bedroom as I stood outside and listened. Jaxon had a rule that if his new mistresses needed guidance, I was the one who had to teach. That meant I'd taught the last 99 mistresses myself. Jaxon sounded pleased as he called out, "You're so soft, Ellie… Scarlett! Bring me that box from the closet!"

“Oh, but I do. That’s why it cuts so clean.” Mika let out a theatrical sigh, arms crossed. “You two really should learn some manners,” she said with a shake of her head. “A simple ‘thank you’ wouldn’t kill you.” She paused. Then smiled, sharp and sweet. “Or maybe it would?” “You speak boldly for someone so… expendable,” Fanning growled. “Expendable?” Mika arched a brow. “You do realize we got in, took your sacred heirlooms, and walked out. No resistance. No trace. You should be terrified, Dr. Fanning. Not smug.”