My Hero Academia Miruko Novels & Stories

Lucian Dragomir just looked at me and the Blazing Wukong in my soul did a full kowtow. I am seventeen, 100 % Japanese 100 % walking solar flare, and I have never once been rendered mute. Until now. He’s sitting there, eating fries like a normal senior, except every time he blinks the overhead lights flicker and the air smells like Carpathian pine and lightning. I march over before my friends can stage an intervention. Seras (voice only shaking a little): “Lucian Dragomir, right? Seras Himuari Nakamura. You just put Remy on his ass like it was choreography, and I think my heart just filed for citizenship in your general vicinity.”

Chapter 65: Are you sure? “… You….” Words won’t get out of her mouth while she is frozen in place. It was a very short moment, but it felt like her world stopped spinning and all she could see was his glowing red eyes. It was a very brief moment and yet, what she had seen was clear. She even saw how a dangerous glint flashed his red eyes. Cold shivers ran down her back. She stared at Mir’s back. His hair was short and a luminous black, while his face was contoured with his sharp jaw and a pointed nose from his side view. If he tilted his head a little more, she would be able to see his face under his hood.

“You’re part of one of the most powerful families in the country. People like me—people like Hibiki—we’re nothing to you. I’ve spent years protecting him from people who might try to use him or hurt him. I couldn’t risk telling anyone, not even Jiro at first.” Mikako studied me for a long moment, her gaze unreadable. Then she nodded slowly. “I can see why Jiro chose you,” she said, surprising me. “You’re strong, and you’re not afraid to fight for what you love. But you’re wrong about one thing.” I frowned, my heart pounding. “What’s that?” “We’re not your enemies, Haru,” she said firmly. “Jiro is my brother, and Hibiki is my nephew. I may not have known about him before today, but that doesn

“But my brother wouldn’t stop talking about you.” I blinked in surprise, narrowing my eyes. “Your brother?” “James,” she said, smiling brightly. “The Beta of Moonsdale Pack.” “Oh,” I muttered, vaguely recalling the name but unable to put a face to it. “Since we’re from the same pack, I hope we can get along,” Akira said sweetly. “By the way,” Mirabelle interjected, a mischievous grin spreading across her face, “your fall in class today was iconic. We love girls who do iconic things.”

Amino’s breath shortened. His hand was clenching hard at the big wound in his stomach. “Heal! Heal! Heal! Heal the fuck!!!” He gnashed his teeth, feeling complicated and annoyed. He might have killed Eagle, but his injury was deep and troubling. “Heal shit!!!” He smacked the ground. Mirror relic. He was the owner of such an overpowered relic. He could mirror all the abilities he had ever encountered - well… almost all of it - as long as he understood the principle of the copier.

Copy-cat. MIKA: You cannot possibly....that magic will kill you with the poison in you LOGAN: Copy Mika (A copy of Mika appeared beside him and he coughs blood) Kill her MIKA COPY: Yes sir....Chain sword (she summoned Mika's chain sword which was a chain with sharp blade at the end then she cut off Mika's head, disappearing immediately Mika died)

"You have got to stop doing that—popping up out of nowhere like some kind of ghost! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Rimba chuckled softly, stepping closer at an unhurried pace as he peeled off his leather gloves. "Not trying to give you a heart attack. Just wanted to make sure the dean's beloved model student actually makes it home in one piece." "Our arrangement's already finished for tonight, Maestro. And my head's pounding, but not because of the bar count—it's because I have to keep dealing with an arrogant guy whose favorite hobby is picking fights with my life," Michi shot back, sharp, even though deep down she knew the real reason was far more complicated than that.

Mirabel continued, "I knew that you created your own spell thanks to the help of Orion to save Rune, but might I inform you that your little spell has no effect here.” Akira gave her no response but continued to talk to Kai, “I am certain you wouldn't want me to resolve this,but it's the only option. I am going to have to fight this bitch!” “Silly girl” With that, Mirabel vamped (super sped) to where Akira stood,took her by surprise And by her feet and sent her flying all the way across the room. Akira groaned on impact, unable to stand as a result of the pain coursing through her fragile human body.

Together, they were unstoppable, a synchronized force of destruction. Among the chaos, a familiar presence emerged — Milo Nero. His gaze met hers, filled with venom and amusement, a dangerous smile twisting his lips. “You’re persistent,” he sneered. “Still playing hero in a world that devours the naïve.” Amara’s blade gleamed under the dim lights. “And you never learn that monsters eventually meet their match,” she replied, voice steady and sharp. Their clash was brutal, a battle of wills, skill, and endurance. Every strike Milo made was countered with lethal precision. Luca intercepted his men, creating openings, and neutralizing threats, turning the battlefield into a controlled chaos.

“Well, I have got no choice” Katya snorted. “I do have a choice if she doesn't. But since you’re apparently my savior now,” Her finger quoted while I glared at the ungrateful bitch as she spoke. “Fine I’ll play along. For now…” “Don't do anything funny.“ I warned again, my voice stern and cold. I slammed the door shut, leaving them both behind, trusting they'd behave. . And there he was. Miro. Still tall and carrying that same stone-cold aura that used to make enemies flinch before a bullet even left his gun. His beard was fuller, and slightly grey now, and a sharp scar rested on his temple.