Princess Mira Nova Novels & Stories

"Yes, I know her. She is a very good woman." I cleared my throat again, not knowing where this conversation was leading me. Mirra picked up my plat and placed it on top of a larger tray. "Misha is not just Prince Barlion's handmaid, My Lady. She caters to all King Viper and Queen Sity's children." "All the King and Queen's children?" I asked.

Mira said rhetorically as Ophelia rolled her eyes. The room could be read... they were just a group of people who hated themselves but came today to plan another's downfall. Mira, daughter of Michela and next in line to the throne, had always hated Ophelia, but because she also needed to teach Lilith a lesson, that was the main reason she stuck her ass down the chair. She had no business with the Tribrid because she knew she was never going to get to her. She was so thoughtful to realize that Lenora was much stronger than her and she might serve as food to the Tribrid.

Mira shook her head, she started shaking in fear but it's obvious she's playing along with her -such a smart girl, she got her act. "King Hills, stop the queen" she pleaded with Hills. He turned to face Regina, but couldn't utter a word when he met her gaze and he quickly looked away, rasing his hands in surrender. "You're on your own, princess" he said. Mira quickly jumped off the chair and knelt down, bowing and laying her hands on the ground. "I'm sorry, my queen, I promise I'll never do it again" She raised her head, opened her mouth and let out a loud but fake cry, she started wiping off her imaginary tears.

“Mira, you always worry too much. I am not a queen. Stop calling me highness.” “You are more than queen,” Mira said boldly. “You are Luna in my eyes. And in the eyes of the Moon.” Elara’s cheeks warmed. She shook her head and picked a grape. “You and your sweet words. One day people will hear you and call you foolish.” “Then let them call me foolish,” Mira said, smiling wide. “I don’t care. I only know what I see. And what I see is light.” Elara chuckled. For a moment, the room felt safe. The weight of the pack, Clara’s shadow, the whispers—all of it felt far away. She leaned back and let herself enjoy the small peace.

“Wait, wait, wait,” said the woman sitting across from Knox, barely able to contain her laughter. “He kissed her hand?” Her name was Mira, one of the few people in the palace who could get away with teasing the king without losing her head. She was the palace’s head strategist and a close ally to Alaric, though she often acted more like a sister than a subordinate. “Oh, it gets better,” Knox said, leaning back in his chair. “He called her my Luna like he was in some kind of romance novel.”

“You see what you want to see, princess. Mira is not a matter of concern for you. If you’re to be my Luna, you’ll need to learn the difference between jealousy and reality.” “Jealousy?” Lyria shot to her feet, her chair scraping across the stone floor. “You call it jealousy when I refuse to be humiliated? I am a princess of the Royal Tribe! I will not be second to a lowlife slave!” Her face turned crimson with her chest heaving as she glared at me. “Mira’s no slave,” My low growl echoed through the walls. “She’s a member of my tribe and I valued her for her loyalty. And you don’t decide anyone’s fate in my pack, princess. You’d do well to remember that.”

Betrayed by her mate and framed for treason, Athena, a, wolfless Omega, and daughter of traitors—has no choice but to run for her life. Hunted by pack warriors, she flees into the dark woods, her heart broken and her future uncertain. But fate always has a cruel twist in store. One minutes, she's in the woods running for her life, the very next minute, she's in the room of the most feared Alpha, who.is none other than the father of her cruel mate. The domineering Alpha king backs her up against the wall, her bones quivering from the hunger-filled glint in his gaze as he hand glides over her most sensitive skin in a soft caress. "I'll never let you escape from me again, mat

She raised a hand—and three of her mirror copies lunged forward. Carl intercepted one, blade humming. Ophelia ducked the second, slamming her palm against its head and activating her memory disruptor. Tobias scrambled for cover, launching a neuro-blast that flickered through the air like lightning. But Mira didn’t move. She just watched. And smiled. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” she said. “None of you are.” Then her body turned to light—and vanished. The remaining mirror copies fell to the ground like broken puppets.

She was sleeping lightly, one hand resting protectively over her stomach. A soft knock came behind him. It was Mira, one of the young healers, who had been helping Liora. She looked pale, her eyes wide. “Alpha,” she whispered. “I need to speak with you.” Draven stepped outside the room. “What is it?” She glanced around nervously before answering. “When I checked the princess earlier, I felt something strange.” Draven’s expression darkened. “Strange how?” “Her pulse, her energy,” Mira said, struggling for the right words. “It’s not dangerous. But it’s not normal either. There’s a darkness around the child. It’s faint, almost hidden—but it’s there.”

“This one is a regular mirror.” My muscles tightened. I knew Liora too well. There was always a but with her—and it was never harmless. She flipped her hair, smoothed her dress, dragging the moment out far too long. “But… you can use any mirror to cast a calling spell. Someone called Mira. And she answered.” Her voice sharpened. “She moved through the mirror willingly.” “The queen was not kidnapped.” The world didn’t just stop—it shattered. Everything inside me collapsed inward, leaving a suffocating void where my heart should have been.