Princess Mira Nova Novels & Stories

She stared at me. “The relic lit up,” she said slowly, as if reminding a child. “The queen’s image appeared with you in her arms. The princes carried you out like you were made of glass. The priestess herself called you Lyris Aria Mooncrest. If you’re not a princess, then none of us are here.” My mouth opened. Closed. Mira smiled, tentative but genuine. “Please,” she said. “Let me do my job. They finally gave me one worth doing.”

Their eyes met across the battlefield. “You’re too late,” Mira called, her voice echoing like thunder. “The storm is mine. The world will be reborn—free from Council lies, free from Vein shackles. Free of weakness.” “You’re the only one shackled!” Aria shouted back. “By your obsession. Your pain!” “I’m beyond pain,” Mira said, stepping down from the altar as the core above it began to spin, forming a vortex of silver and black. “I’ve become what we were meant to be!”

“Don’t lie. You might go by Zara now, but we all know you’re still Mira beneath that new name. You’re the same girl who left him shattered.” My blood roared in my ears. Mira. That name again. My chest tightened painfully. “What are you talking about…?” Nova rolled her eyes, stepping back. Her laughter was sharp and cruel as she turned away. “Wow. You really don’t know. That’s rich.” “Tell me,” I demanded, grabbing her wrist. She wrenched free with disgust. “You want to know so badly?” she hissed. “Fine.” She spun to face me fully. Her words spat out like venom.

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

“Oh, and one more thing. I want a gown for the next full moon gathering. Something white… but not innocent. You understand?” “Completely, my Luna.” “Good. It should shimmer faintly enough to catch moonlight. And the neckline…” Mira’s smile curved slowly, dangerous and divine. “…low enough to remind them that I am not just their Luna, but their envy.” The seamstress’s voice stayed steady. “I’ll ensure each piece is distinct, nothing resembling what the other females wear.” “Perfect,” Mira said. “I will not be part of the crowd.” A brief silence stretched soft, but heavy. Mira’s gaze lingered on the seamstress for a moment too long.

And now, Mira appeared boldly in a completely new guise, standing right in front of her. If it wasn't for her loss of sight, Lilia would have loved nothing more than to confront her immediately. Selena squeezed the princess' hand to calm her, then turned to Mira with a faint, measured smile. "The princess' eyes have not fully healed. She still can't see." Since Lilia couldn't see, she wouldn't know who stood before her. So, she could ignore Mira if she wished, and no one would call it rude.

Their faces were pressed against the cold floor as their bodies shook violently. Several female werewolves who used to know me were trembling so hard their teeth chattered. “S-Selena… the Alliance’s strongest Alpha King, Lord Lucas, is your mate?” “The steward elder even performed a kneeling salute! And Leo called her his mom! She must be that mysterious Luna Queen everyone talks about, the one Lord Lucas treasures above all!” Gasps spread through the room again. I found the noise irritating, so I simply gave a faint smile.

"You forget the necklace that Amir gave me? " "You have plenty of necklaces, Princess. I. Don't know which necklace Prince Amir gave you you want me to get for you." "The necklace he gave me before I was born." "I'm sorry, Princess. Which one is it? It's been a long time." "Who are you?" I wrapped my hand around her neck, and fear showed in her eyes, but he was quick to hide it, maybe because of your power. Perhaps it affects your memories. "Princess, I'm Mira. What's wrong? Why you didn't recognize me?"Maybe because of your power. Perhaps it affects your mind. "

The queen smiled slyly at Eureka now and her current appearance faded off, replaced by a totally different Succubino appearance. The new face staring at Eureka with a sly grin had red flaming hair instead of the purplish black hair with the bony facial features of her mom. “It was a nice gimmick, pretending to be your mother, you’re one foolish girl!” The real Succubus queen said. “My name is Mirage Maja. I had everyone play along just to fool you.” “Even Orea,” Eureka said under her breath. She was beginning to like Orea and she knew Orea had no choice but to play along.

To figure out what the hell I was going to do. Luna Mira. The warrior princess. The woman whose scent had been driving me mad, whose defiance had intrigued me, whose eyes had haunted my dreams. She'd been playing me from the start. And goddess help me, even knowing that, even knowing who she was and what she'd done... Part of me didn't want to let her go. Mira's POV The high tower was exactly as advertised high, isolated, and impossible to escape from. Ramona and I sat on the floor, backs against the cold stone wall, both of us too exhausted to speak.