Novel & Cerita Princess Mira Nova

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?

Miranda stated. “Very well, Miranda. I know you will not disappoint me again.” Hannock then stand from his throne, taking steps closer to Miranda. He reached his hand and touched her face and to her chin which he raised. “I will keep my promise and I won’t harm the princess nor the prince. But I need to know... does she really hold the bow to kill the prince who has Yami’s crystal.” “Yes, my king. I saw how the crown prince cares for her and he gifted her the powerful bow that he himself blessed.”

I just truly hoped she was at peace and knowing I would see her again when my time finally comes, I’ll hold her in my arms and thank her. Rita… an old-fashioned name, there sure wasn’t many about anymore. Rita was by no means going to be as strong as Vanessa had been, so after we left Jakes office, I spoke to her about letting me train her. She was going to be the new Luna Queen, a position that someone was always going to try and take away from whom ever held it. I needed for her to be able to defend herself at the very least. When we do mark each other however, she will have but a fraction of my power run through her veins. It wouldn’t be enough for her to fight off a pack by herself, but

Anda smiled and The girl sitting beside her scoffed. "Hi..I'm An....Miranda Don Costa" Anda smiled at her. "Pristine..my name is Pristine" She said. "I'm engaged to the prince.we haven't been introduced yet" Anda put a spoonful of rice into her mouth. "Miranda" The Queen Called. "I'm the King's Mistress, The Thirteenth,They know me as the Thirteenth." Pristine smiled. Everyone froze and Anda continued eating. "I thought we established the fact that Improper things will not be spoken about while we are eating" The Queen glared at Pristine.

She was still unaware of their true identities but it was pretty obvious at this point that they all were up to no good. She was ready to fight them all, even Verona cause she knew it was her job. She was the princess and she needed to put an end to all this mess. Her mother was far away somewhere trying to hide from all this mess, sending people to protect her. But Siana was different, she didn’t want to hide like her, she wanted to fight them and put an end to all these things. She wasn’t going to let stupid things like love dome in her way cause this whole thing was much bigger than her and she wasn’t the only one being affected by it.

"Noah! Tell me--- " "So, princess is actually worried about this kid, good. Very good, indeed. Now quietly come up to me," I heard Ethan say and I quickly peeked from behind the pillar and saw a blonde, masked girl walk towards Ethan. The girl was wearing green dress, exactly similar to mine. She wore the exact same replica of the tiara and the jewelry set. Her blonde hair was perfectly styled, again, exactly like mine. However, her green mask, unlike mine, covered her entire face. Who the hell was this girl? Who was pretending to be the princess? "It's the doctor," Noah said unceremoniously and I blinked.

"And when Nova asked us if we had, we told her the truth. Which means you lied to her about why you were there." "I did not lie exactly. I simply—" "Who is Mira?" I cut her off. "Where did she come from? Who arranged her position in Nova's household?" "I thought it practical to send someone from our own staff." She gestured slightly. "Someone who knows our ways. Nova is carrying your heir. She deserves proper care from people we trust." "And yet you did not mention this to either of us." Ken's voice was flat now. "You organized it alone and sent this girl alone. Told no one."

“I have called this meeting to share some important news that affects all of us in the Pack.” The room stirred, pairs of eyes trained on Mira as they tried to guess what was going on. “It is my pleasure to introduce you to Mira,” he said, clasping his hand in mine. “She is a skillfully trained doctor, and your next Luna.” Stunned silence hung in the air. I tried not to breathe. An eruption of cheers and applause rippled through the room, many Pack members jumping to their feet. I saw eyes glitter with excitement and people turned and whispered to each other about this news.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

She lunged past Seraphina, hoping to slice the princess open, but Seraphina jumped, narrowly dodging the blade. Mira was getting weaker. But she would not stop. Setting her sword, she struck again. But Seraphina did a backflip, dodging the sword. Mira’s body vitality was completely ruined. Her hands failed her. Her legs twisted unnaturally. She fell to her knees. Seraphina walked up to her, eyes filled with pity. “It’s not too late for you, Mira.” Then she brought out a bag from inside her dress. “I have an antidote for this,” she said calmly.