Myrradingmanga Novels & Stories

The operator hit the master key. The red text dissolved. The screen went black for one second. Then a white light began to bleed through the center of the glass.

The steel made a noise a high-pitched scream of melting metal that was as loud as the roar of the wolf. Behind them Damon met the wolf in the air. The impact was a wet crash of bodies. The High Blood Alpha used his shoulder to slam the creature against the wooden supports, his jaws closed around its black throat. The liquid that came out of the wound was not blood, it was a cold slime that made a hissing sound when it touched Damon’s silver fur making his coat dull and his skin turn a bruised gray.

"Lyra!" Mira's voice sounded distant, muffled, as my knees finally gave out beneath me entirely. The last thing I registered before darkness swallowed my vision completely was the strange, burning sensation of moisture sliding down my cheeks — not ordinary tears, but something warmer, something that glowed faintly silver-gold even as my vision faded to black, bleeding from my eyes like grief given physical form.

The mage’s hands lit with cruel power as he hurled spheres of dark flame toward him, one after another, until Vargr collapsed, body broken and breathless. The mage stepped forward, brushing soot from his cloak. "You are strong," he said quietly. "But strength without cunning is a fool’s pride." He placed a hand upon Vargr’s brow, murmured a spell beneath his breath, and forced him into slumber. _ "Jade, lend me your hand," Lady Miriam commanded, her voice low but urgent. The young man hurried to her side as she bent slightly, whispering something into his ear. With a swift adjustment to her gown, Miriam began a brisk walk from the hall, her expression troubled.

No heirs but what I allow. Drake's grip tightened, but I pulled him back, the glow still warming my skin. 'No more death.' Suspense lingered in his tense muscles, but he nodded, trusting me. I turned to the warriors, their faces a mix of shame and loyalty. 'Help me end this.' They rose, surrounding Mira, holding her as I placed a hand on her forehead, channeling the eclipse's light. It poured into her, breaking the dark threads of her spells, her body shuddering. She screamed, then went limp, the barren curse lifting like fog, but her eyes held defeat.

She tilts her head exactly the way I do when I’m about to say something devastating. Not-Celeste: “Keep playing with your coyote and your fire girl and your little fox friends from Hanamaki. Every step you take brings you closer to me. I’ll be waiting on the other side of the forty-seventh night.” The mirror ripples like water. For one heartbeat I see all of us reflected wrong: - Remy with broken antlers growing from his temples. - Seras burning alive from the inside. - Aki and Riku kneeling. - Kayo’s nine tails wrapped around my reflection’s wrist like a leash.

Kael’s roar echoed, his sword clashing against assassins pouring through the gates. Ember’s scream split the air as she cut down those who dared touch Ariya’s people. Maelin was nowhere to be seen, her shadow working where light could not reach. As Ariya fell, she reached for Ember’s hand, pressing the red thread into her palm, whispering: “When the moon calls me back, give this to me. No matter what it takes.” And then the world turned to darkness. - Aria gasped, stumbling back from the mirror, clutching the sink, her golden eyes blazing in the dim light.

The air was thick with smoke, the copper tang of blood clinging to my tongue with every breath. My ears rang with the echoes of growls, the crash of claws against stone, and the sharp snap of bones breaking. But it was the sight before me that rooted me in place—Mirella, the seer, slumped against the splintered wall, a blackened gash splitting across her chest like a cruel brand. “Mirella!” My knees hit the floor beside her before I even realized I’d moved. My hands pressed desperately over the wound, but her blood wasn’t natural—it shimmered darkly, tinged with shadow, searing my palms as though the hunter’s darkness had poisoned it.

"Do it." The blade flashed in the moonlight as Freda made a quick, shallow cut across each of their palms. Rita barely felt the sting—her focus was on the blood welling up, dark and vibrant. One by one, they pressed their bleeding palms over their names. The parchment shuddered.

Silver light traced faint lines along my collarbone, fading in and out with my breath. I tried to rise. My body answered like a whisper there, but distant. The last thing I remembered was light and fire, Ares’s hand in mine, and the world folding in on itself until everything went white. Now I was here. Alive. Barely. The door creaked. Mira slipped in, face drawn with sleepless hours. “You should rest,” she said quietly. “It’s only been a day since…” She didn’t finish. She didn’t need to.