Myrradingmanga Novels & Stories

Alice mumbled, nails tingling, shoving the note away. Mira’s eyes softened, but her voice was coaxing. “You’re spiraling, Alice. The gym will be loud, lights flashing, music pumping. It’ll drown out the chaos.” Her hand brushed Alice’s desk, leaving another folded note. “Read this later. It’s why you need to be there.” The note read: The rally’s your safe place. Stay with me. But the crescent moon symbol matched the first note, and Alice’s scar pulsed, her senses catching fur and blood beneath Mira’s scent. Mira wasn’t just a friend—she was a hybrid, a cult creation, steering Alice to the rally for Samuel’s plan.

Hands trembling, I untie the ribbon. The first page is scrawled in her unmistakable looping script: > “For my daughter, if the moon ever guides you back here.” > My chest tightens. I can almost smell the lavender oil she dabbed behind her ears, almost hear her humming over herb jars. I turn another page. And another. There are herbal diagrams, lists of plants. Antidotes. Notes in coded phrasing. Then one entry catches my eye: “If you are reading this, you have survived exile. You have found Eryna. I write this by firelight, with your heartbeat fluttering inside me. Already, you are strong. Already, the spirit stirs when I speak your name. Mira.“

She looked back one last time at Syra. Saw the bruise on her throat, the blood at her temple. The girl who was never supposed to survive her own programming and chose to anyway. Sera touched the glyph. And whispered: “I choose to end the question.” She clenched her fist. The glyph shattered. The mirror fractured not violently. Gently. Like a world exhaling. Like something that had waited a long time to die… finally being allowed to. Mira didn’t scream. She smiled. Then she began to dissolve piece by piece, into light.

“She’s scared because she knows she can’t break you.” Kade nodded, his calm demeanor a stabilizing force. "You're stronger than she is, Luna. And stronger than whatever trick the moon is playing." Mira’s smirk faded for the first time, her eyes flicking between them. “It won’t matter how strong you are when the relic takes its toll. You’ll see.” She raised her hand, and the wolves dissolved back into the forest as if they were fading into the night itself. Mira turned, her voice giving one last chilling warning.

Chapter 9️⃣4️⃣ ❤️ Vyrelen Fight (4) ❤️ Myrrak was lying in the crater coughing roughly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and running down his chin. His entire body was covered in bruises and cuts from being slammed into the ground so hard. But despite all the pain he was in, despite barely being able to move, he clenched both of his hands into tight fists. His face twisted with rage and desperation. He forced himself to stand up, pushing through the agony, getting to his feet with great difficulty. His legs shook and threatened to give out beneath him, but he stayed standing through sheer willpower and anger.

It looked like he was from another world because the way he moved was like a dance of shadows and light. Each strike and parry in their fight told a story of how they managed to stay alive. Watching what seemed like a story unfolding in front of my eyes I stood there mesmerized. "Why is it attacking me?" With everything going on my voice was barely audible. While talking between attacks the wolf's eyes flashed with a fierce intensity. It said "You've betrayed your Fated Mate." Those words were sharp like knives. "I don't believe in such things!" I fought back my voice louder now because I was scared and angry at the same time.

I fought against the shadows, but it didn't budge. Varrik stared at me with his beautiful crimson eyes, their depth filled with so much love even in his last moment, before his eyes closed. A blinding pain went through my entire body, I screamed as my eyes watered. It felt like my soul was being ripped. In a way, it was. Lysandor followed, but unlike Varrik, he died immediately. A second blast of the pain went through me, another piece of my soul ripping from me. And Myrran was left. He stared at me with a smile in his eyes, a promise shining bright in them. I stared back, telling him I knew.

I managed to block Mileena's , but the rouge managed to bite me on the neck, causing excruciating pain as I fell to the ground. The blood was trickling out of my body, and I could hear someone shouting to call the pack doctor. I sensed a presence next to me and when I looked up, I saw that it was Mileena. Witnessing tears streaming down her face was an experience no child should ever have. This is how everything is supposed to be, I thought as I felt myself dying. “Sapphire” I could hear my wolf Rochelle spoke out. “Yes Rochelle?” “ We are dying we have little longer. We need to make peace right now. I will try my best to hold on for both of us”

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." Adler ran his fingers of the spine of each book and then he read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

Well, at least I finally got something I can do as a mage, right? Water splintered like glistening crystals as I turned and followed the rhythm with precision. I closed my eyes as I continued on my track, there was another smooth splash. Once again, I turned and leaped a little, then faced the audience and opened my eyes. I thought I'd see my expectants watching me in awe. But to my surprise, my line of vision was directed to a pair of unfamiliar pitch black eyes, the darkest shade of black I've ever seen in my whole life.