Paul Reed Smith S2 Mira Novels & Stories

"Sister Mira is ready!" . . . _________________________

In the quietude of his room, with the soft hum of the night outside, Asher lay there, his tired body seeking reprieve, while his restless mind continued to navigate the labyrinth of emotions that Ezra's presence had stirred within him. On the other side of the night, in the quiet solitude of her room, Ezra sat in front of her mirror, eyes fixed on her reflection. Droplets of water trickled down from her long hair, evidence of the refreshing shower she had just taken. As she stared into her own eyes, a flood of memories from the reunion surged through her.

Just relief, maybe, or the kind of silence that comes when you can’t even process what you’ve survived. It’s done. Or, you know, that’s what I want to believe. Elora goes tense, staring at the smoke. “Dominic…” she whispers. I look. There, in the haze, is Mira, beat up, hair wild, but those eyes still burning. She’s not running. She’s just…watching us, like we’re a puzzle she’s almost solved. She smiles. God, that smile. Used to make my wolf heart pound with fear and a little fascination.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

“Did something happen?” Mira glanced at the other maids still working, then pulled me toward the pantry. Once inside, she closed the door halfway and crossed her arms. Her foot tapped nervously. “I saw Sara talking to Beta Drake,” she said. I raised an eyebrow. “Okay… and?” “That’s it?” she gawked. “That’s your reaction?” I nodded slowly. “Mira, what does that have to do with me?” “You really don’t see it, do you?”

“Mira? Hello? What’s going on?” Mira rubbed her eyes dramatically with both hands, as if trying to clear her vision. She stared again, at Aurelia, then at the retreating figure. The resemblance had been uncanny. Without another word, Mira dropped the wipes she had been holding into the cart with a clatter and bolted toward the exit.

She leaned against a silver sedan, arms crossed, sunglasses hiding her eyes. “Still early,” she said. “Impressive.” Lucas walked closer, steady. “Let’s just talk.” Mira took off her glasses. Her eyes were sharper than he remembered from the photo. Older now. But no less dangerous. “I remember when you didn’t exist,” she said softly. Lucas tilted his head. “I’ve always existed. Just not in your version of the story.” Mira smiled faintly. “Touché.” She tossed something onto the hood of the car—a flash drive.

At the upper level, one of the old tanks exploded, releasing something inside. A body hit the floor. Female. Fully grown. White hair. Silver eyes. Mira’s exact face. She opened her eyes. And smiled. Mira stopped cold. “What the…” The copy’s hand blurred. A pulse of raw force knocked Mira backward. She hit the wall hard. The copy rose, voice soft and chilling: “Luna-13 rejected. Luna-22 activated.” Grey moved in front of Mira, blade raised. But Luna-22 didn’t attack.

SILVER MIST PACK The moment Maximus stepped out of the sleek, black car, he knew Mira was up to something. He shut the door gently, the leather of his coat catching the breeze. His sharp eyes flicked to the woman standing across from him, Mira, no longer the composed Luna of moments ago, but someone reborn. Her lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. Her hair, usually tied up neatly, blew across her face like a veil of shadows. Her hands were steady, though her heart beat like a drum beneath her chest.

“She’s dead.” Alternate Mira’s eyes widened. “That's why you were so surprised. I'm so sorry, Mira. I didn't know.” Mira didn't respond. Her eyes flickered as she remembered something. She turned promptly, searching for Lira beside her. When she found her, she shook off Luca’s hold and crossed to Lira. “This is Lira,” She said to Theresa. “She’s my mirror. She was stabbed by the shadows. Mira said you can help.”