Princess Mira Nova Novels & Stories

Princess Asta Eragonia is King Omar Brantley's Queen, and what a Queen she is. The gala went on. People ate, celebrated, danced while my legs cramped, and my bladder almost bursted from being in the same spot for hours. "Amaya, I really need to use the restroom." "The celebration is almost over. The king has excused himself. Soon the guests will follow. Can you hold a bit longer?" I cringe my face into a desperate expression. "Fine. Be quick." I dash to the nearest restroom before she changes her mind. Walking out of the bathroom stall, I wash my hands. Another female exited the stalls. I look through the mirror briefly to take note of who it is. My mouth drops as my brain registers Omar's F

Melanie let out a snort. Just like that, the spell broke. With a force, I pushed my body away from him. Stepping to the side. Inhaling and exhaling deeply. “She’s right here.” We all turned to see Mira emerge from the side. Female beta, Neila right beside her. Mira wore a pleasant smile on her face as she neared us. Her eyes straight for the King. Her smile dimmed or maybe I imagined it the moment she saw how close I stood beside the King. Instinctively I took a step back.

“Nothing. His gaze softened slightly as Mira adjusted her bag and began walking toward the gate. She looked unaware. Unprotected. And something inside him shifted from curiosity… To decision. That night, Mira lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Tina’s words replayed in her head. You don’t even try, and people still look at you. She turned onto her side and hugged her pillow. “I don’t want to compete,” she whispered into the quiet room. She just wanted peace. Her phone buzzed softly under her pillow. Her heart skipped. She pulled it out slowly. Unknown Number. This time, the message was longer. You shouldn’t let anyone speak to you like that. Her breath caught. Her fingers trembled slightly. H

Until she said the one thing I couldn’t forgive: “She must be contained.” I stepped forward, voice cold. “She is not a weapon.” “She’s not a girl anymore.” “She’s mine.” Elira stared. Then, quietly: “Then maybe it’s time you choose who you’re loyal to.” 8. Mira’s Name That night, the Grove burned. Not in fire. In truth. Mira stood at the Spiral’s heart. Her hands lifted to the seed chamber above. Her voice stronger than ever before called out a single name:

Mira forced herself to take in a deep breath and turned back, walking up the stairs graciously, as her gown trained right behind her. Within no time she came closer to Kade, feeling comfort there. He offered his hand and she took it, feeling the peace in her body, a sense of comfort. “Thank you so much for gathering here today for the crowning of our Queen and our King, Mira Nova Norville and Kade Vance Ford.” Sirie let out, walking up to them. “You all are witnessing this day, as we name these two as who they were born to be.” She said. Mira very carefully listened to Sirie, when out of nowhere a sudden and sharp light hit Mira’s face, only blinding her for one second.

Her voice came quiet: “You didn’t destroy them.” “You integrated.” Sera didn’t answer. She walked slowly toward Mira, Syra’s hand still in hers. Stopped just out of reach. Looked her in the eye. And said: “You don’t get to end us.” Mira smiled soft, haunting. “I didn’t come to end you.” “I came to offer the crown.” The mirrored world went silent. No more doubles. No pulses from the glass beneath them. Just Mira whole, or close enough to trick the eye standing barefoot in the same place where their echoes died.

“Hope you're having a nice time at the College?“ The twins didn't reply; they just keep staring at me. Then Mira step forward, her voice disgustingly sweet—same voice she use to trap my husband. “My princes.“ She bows gracefully with a broad smile on her face. “I'm Mira Whitmore. It's so nice to meet the famous Grand prince of the Nightmoor Pack.“ Rafe folds his arms, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen. “Well.. it's not nice to meet you, Mirage.“ Mirage? For a second, the word Mirage seem to hang in the air like smoke—twisting, curling, settling into every ear in the hallway.

He dropped his hand and frowned at her, "As you wish." Nova took a step to the side as she waited for him to lead the way, and as he passed her, she dipped her hand inside her robe and fished out a note with the remote to Miras' shackles. She placed them discretely on a shelf next to the door for the Alpha King to access. After Nova had exited the room, the Alpha King looked at Mira with a puzzled expression smeared across his face. "What are you waiting for?" She asked him as her gaze shifted toward the shelf.

The use of portals, casting, and popping allowed for instantaneous travel. Mira also made me promise that we would video call her at least once a week. Imeela immediately agreed before I even got the chance to utter the same acceptance. “Psst. Your Majesty,” I heard someone stage-whisper to me. “Yes. How can I help you?” I whispered back. “We have a surprise for Princess Mira. We have finished setting up the clinic ahead of schedule because it was mentioned that she wanted to be a doctor.” Mira’s eyes widened with surprise and excitement. This girl was in awe of everything around here but especially our resident Fae.

We all waited quietly for Mira to speak. Mira dabbed the sweat from her brow and used some unfamiliar tools to check on me. The equipment filled half the room, spilling out into the reception area. After her examination, she looked up, a wide grin spreading across her face. "I can confidently say, Her Highness, the Princess, is in perfect health! Your awakening must’ve happened. Have you met your wolf yet?" I gave a small nod. "Her name is Juniper. She’s a kind and understanding wolf."