Paul Reed Smith S2 Mira Novels & Stories

Mira almost held her breath during the entire moment her eyes fixated on the man. Peter Scott, Damien’s henchmen, was just yards away from her reach. Her hands fisted next to her thighs as she kept watching without making any sort of movement. The lights in the cabin switched on and she could see their silhouettes by the window. The woman kept giggling while he tried to pull her body to his. When he managed to keep her in his embrace, Mira quietly made her way to the front door, knowing he would pick up her scent in a matter of seconds. Mira leaned against the wall, waiting patiently until he picked up her scent. Then, a crash sound came from inside. She smirked. Her eyes scanned the forest

Arc I – The Possession Begins Chapter 2: The Lady in the Mirror For a full five seconds, Mira did not move. The reflection did. It smiled—her smile, but sharper. Her hands went cold. “I—uh,” Mira stammered, “I’m… me?” Brilliant. Pulitzer-winning dialogue. The reflection tilted its head. “You are not Seraphina Edevane.” Mira’s heart pounded. She backed away, but the reflection followed in perfect synch, except for one crucial detail: the eyes. They weren’t her normal wide-eyed panic; they were calm, ancient, and unmistakably aware.

Mira looked away shyly as her hand was still hung in his neck. “I am no gay” he kissed Mira. “I am driving with my wife”. Craig raised his hand in surrender and drove off. “Where do we go from here?” Mira asked, rubbing his hair. Gerald placed his hand around her waist. “I don’t know baby, anywhere with you I want to go”. Mira smiled and led him to her car. “You are still driving this car” Gerald smirked. “Yes, and that’s not all. I can drive now”. She winked at him.

After cleaning the broken tray, Mira excused herself earlier than normal. And the moment she stepped outside the chamber doors— She stopped breathing steadily. Her hands trembled violently. No. She knew what she saw. Twice. Not imagination. Not exhaustion. Something inside that mirror had looked back at her. And smiled. --- That night— Mira avoided mirrors completely. But sleep never came. Because every time she closed her eyes— She saw Elian’s reflection whispering silently through the glass. And somehow— Deep down— She felt certain of one terrifying thing.

Camille grimaced at that, her facial expression showing how much she hated where the talk was heading. "I mean, if the rumors were anything true, you—" "Oh, they're true," Mira cut in, a grin on her face. All heads turned toward her. Mira smirked, one eyebrow raised high. "I saw the man with my two eyes. I mean, I've said it before, and I don't mind saying it again! I watched the damn hell of a fine man walk into this very clinic, and y'all know I know what a fine man is. And he was fine as fuck!"

Adrian’s jaw tightened the moment Mira lifted the bracelet. She smiled slowly, a predator savoring the cornered prey. Her calm wasn’t confidence—it was cruelty. “She never took it off,” Mira said, rolling the charm between her fingers. “Not until she thought she was safe.” Adrian didn’t flinch. “Where is she?” Mira stepped closer, so close Adrian could see the faint scar on her temple—a mark from a life before the shadows. “You always protected your secrets,” she said. “But you forgot—people are easier to break than codes.”

Howling and crawling like nightmares. And at their center… Mira. She didn’t walk. She floated. Her dress billowed like smoke, her eyes glowing with endless darkness. Her hair was tangled with bones, and her lips curled in that same hateful smile I’d seen in my visions. “Well,” she cooed. “I was hoping you’d find me.” My hand tightened around the sword. “Mira.” She stepped forward and looked me up and down. “You’ve come far, sister. But you’re too late.”

Mira, standing near the side wall, went rigid. Every eye in the room shifted to her. "Step forward." She walked to the front of the hall. Back straight, chin up, I could see the fine tremor in her hands. She had no idea what was coming. "Mira will serve as Beta of Silvermere Pack." The hall buzzed. Mira's eyes went wide. "She knows this pack from the inside. She knows its people, its politics, its strengths and weaknesses." "She will be my second-in-command, my liaison to the members who don't yet trust me, the bridge between the old Silvermere and the new."

Seraphine immediately pointed toward the exit tunnel. “Oh good, we’re back to the exploding part.” Damon moved instantly toward Mira. “Can you walk?” She nodded shakily. Still crying. Still overwhelmed. But lighter somehow. “The voices are gone,” she whispered. Luca froze hearing that. Gone. No more screaming trapped inside her head. No more endless echoes of suffering. Mira looked up slowly. And for the first time since they met her She looked peaceful. Damon smiled softly at her. “Good.”

The monitors glitched, the code freezing mid-line. Lena tensed. “Adrian—” “I know.” Mira spun to another console, typing rapidly. “They’ve found the signal. They’re trying to hijack the mirror sequence.” “Can you block it?” “Maybe. But I’ll need time.” I drew the pistol from my jacket and moved toward the window. Outside, through the rain, I saw the faint shimmer of headlights—two cars, no more than a block away. “Time’s running out,” I muttered.