Princess Mira Nova Novels & Stories

"Every expert was once a beginner." Nova smiled. "What is your name?" "Mira." "Were you always a gardener?" Mira nodded. "My parents cared for the royal gardens before Blackthorn fell." Nova paused. "You were born here?" "I was." Mira looked toward the distant palace ruins. "I was only a little girl when my family escaped." Her eyes softened with memory. "My mother carried a small pouch of flower seeds with her." She opened the basket beside her and revealed dozens of tiny silver seeds. "These are their descendants."

Mira defended. " I'm sorry if you feel offended by that Mira, but I don't have the time to asked you. if you must know I intend to pursue you to be my Luna. " He gave out his best smile . " Are you flirting with me Alpha Jason?" Mira was shocked but eventually she had admitted that it sound appealing to her. . Everyone in the room was forgotten there's only the two of them existing. But Mira intent not to make it easy for him. "I am the princess of Indigo Paradise, what makes you think that I will easily leave my duties just to be your Luna. "

she said with a smirk on her face. “Okay. May I know your name?” Smashing said. “Mira, and I guess you are shushing" Mira replied. Shastina hearing her name from Mira got her surprised, she didn't know how she got to know her name. “Are you surprised I know your name?” Mira said, decoding the sudden countenance of Shastina hearing her name. “Yes, I am new to the palace and I have recollected speaking to you before” Mira smiled sightly”.

Mira said suddenly, stopping in her tracks. Stephanie blinked. “What?” “I can make the maid and the warrior sleep together,” Mira said, her voice quiet but her mind filled with wicked thoughts. “If they make me an heir, I’ll promise them money. A future. Then… I’ll kill them.” Stephanie’s breath caught. Then she covered her ears. “Luna—what the hell?”

The sound of papers scattering across the marble floor echoed down the hall. “Oh, I’m so sor—” My voice trailed off as my eyes met hers. Mira. Her perfectly manicured lips curled into a smirk, the kind that screamed I’ve been waiting for this. “Well, well, if it isn’t the scholarship girl who thinks she’s a queen now,” she sneered, brushing imaginary dust from her designer blazer. “What’s wrong, Nova? Forgot how to watch where you’re going, or are you too used to walking over people now that you’ve got money?”

Small comfort, but I'll take what I can get. "Thought I might find you out here sulking." I don't need to look to recognize Mira's voice. She's been our community's best tracker since we were kids, always able to find whoever wanted to stay hidden. "I'm not sulking," I lie. "I'm appreciating royal horticulture." "Right." She drops onto the bench beside me, shoulder bumping mine. "And I'm actually a secret princess." Despite everything, I snort. Mira's about as far from princess material as a person could get—wild dark curls perpetually escaping whatever attempts to contain them, clothes always stained with forest dirt, a vocabulary that would make even palace guards blush.

But every thought was like holding smoke. She stood before the mirror. A beautiful face stared back. In white silk with silver thread work. Hair styled like a queen. A Luna. The bride of the Alpha King. But the eyes. were not hers. They were someone else's. Or no one's at all. There was a knock on the door. She turned around. It was Mira. The healer of the castle. And spy. "My lady," Mira breathed, slipping in and shutting the door hastily behind her. "I've brought your calming draught. You'll have to rest before the ceremony."

“It’s loaded endlessly.” I stared at the card in marvel. “Endlessly?” I repeated. She grinned. “Yes. He said you’re not supposed to lack anything, so be free to give yourself a queen treatment always.” Before I could even speak, Mira suddenly lowered her voice a little, biting her lower lip. “Your Highness… I think I saw…hmm…Ariana this morning.” “Ariana?” I looked up sharply. Like, same, Ariana. “Maybe I’m seeing things, but… never mind. Even if it’s her, I believe she will come to you soon,” Mira said.

Move," Lucian commanded. They stormed the inner yard. Wolves stepped aside for their King, parting like a tide. The wind whipped the banners overhead—the Crown’s black wolf, the Obsidian crescents. But it was the fourth flag that caught Talia’s eye—Northern Gold. Mira, Princess of the North, stood beneath it, flanked by her own guards, looking impeccable in a spotless red suit that clung to every generous curve. Honestly? Talia was hoping never to see this she wolf again. Mira watched Lucian with an intensity that bordered on obsessive. Something profound and territorial stirred within Talia. It shocked her and was completely unexpected. She was a little shook with the intensity. Kaela? Sh

“Do not insult my intelligence. I saw you. I saw the way he held your hand. I saw the way he kissed your forehead. I saw everything.” Mira was silent for a moment, her eyes darting around as if she were looking for an escape. But there was nowhere to run. “It is not what you think,” she said finally. “Is that so?” I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Then tell me, what is it? What is the relationship between you and Ronan?” Mira took a deep breath and straightened her back. “I am not going to lie to you, Nova. There is something between us. But it is not something we planned. It just happened.”