Princess Mira Nova Novels & Stories

Mira shouted, "Jaysan... Nicoria... No... Stop!" Jay and Ria chased each other in the open sky to attack each other. Ria could not withstand the power of the golden dragon but continued to resist. Mira got onto her feet and created a large mirror using her witch power that could observe their power and launched the mirror into the open sky. Ria used her dark spiritual energy to power the ball of fire to aim at Jaysan. The golden dragon, Jaysan, was collecting all his power to attack the black witch. The mirror launched by Mira was broken into pieces, and Jaysan caught the large piece of mirror and attacked Ria brutally. In their fight, the wings of Ria were ripped off from her body. Ria scre

But then, as she stepped back and I turned to the mirror, a strange hush fell between us. The reflection staring back at me wasn’t me anymore. My brown eyes, wide and soft, looked almost doll-like framed by the flowing chestnut wig. My lips, naturally full and tinted faintly pink, were as flawless as any model's. My pale, smooth skin practically glowed under the soft bathroom light. Even my hands, with their slender fingers and perfectly shaped nails, seemed to belong to someone else. “You… look more feminine than I do,” Lily said, her voice tinged with awe and, dare I say, a hint of jealousy.

Annie stood like a guard by the tall window in her room. The moon in the sky looked like a shiny silver coin. Its pale light made her face look bright and dark in places, showing how smart she was, now that her eyes were squinted as she thought. She hadn't been able to sleep well since Isla and Prince Caius came back. The prince was polite but in a way that hid something Annie felt was very wrong. Isla's eyes were puffy and red from crying. Annie knew something bad had happened when they were out.

Hera said, her jaw winding impossibly tight. "Let's see how Reid reacts if I return your dead body to him," Mira purred, twirling a strand of my hair around her finger. "His precious little slave," Hera taunted. "When this is over, you'll be calling me Luna," I said, a smirk lifting the corner of my mouth. "Don't forget what happened the last time you underestimated me," I reminded Mira. "The use of Silver during the Luna Trials will get you disqualified," Mira said, a hint of fear flickering behind her eyes. "Who said anything about silver?" I laughed at her.

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .

Amira said "May I know the noble prince or king who has asked for my sisters hands?" Keon asked "King Amir,the ruler of the Vartell kingdom and seven kingdoms" Queen Tarah replied Amira was speechless, she felt like she had been stabbed in her heart, she was frozen lost in her anguish, she was hurt badly. She had turned pale by the news and contributed less to the conversation going on between Keon and his mother. Keon noticed the he paleness of her face, he also noticed how absent minded she had become.

Appropriate, considering the wounds this entire debacle was reopening. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to throw the glass across the room or finish it. My gaze returned to the screen. There she was. Elena—Princess of Moonstone, once presumed dead, now revived and radiant and standing beside Derek like the Goddess herself had plucked her from the afterlife for an encore performance. Her chin was high, her dress understated but elegant, her expression carefully measured. I took another sip of wine. Derek looked good. Commanding. Polished. A true Alpha in a tailored black suit.

Even children from the play area. Some gave me soft, respectful smiles. Others lit up with excitement, nodding, whispering to each other, some even offering warm waves. A few stepped forward to greet me. “It’s so good to finally have you here, Luna.” “Welcome. We’re so happy you came to eat with us.” “I’m Mira. If you ever need anything, just ask.” I blinked, overwhelmed by the soft flood of attention and kindness. People smiled at me like I belonged. Like they wanted me here.

Mira’s POV The world felt hazy, like I was stuck underwater. I fought to open my eyes, but they were heavy, pulling me back into the dark, but somewhere above me, voices drifted in and out. "Is she dead?" Someone asked coldly, making me wonder who it belonged to. But then, everyone wished me dead which wasn't surprising. I even wished desperately for it. "Goddess! Navier! I told you she wasn't ready for this level of training, but you wouldn't listen. Are you trying to kill her?"

Just asked directly. "No," Mira said. "I'm going to tell my father I won't be part of the arrangement he keeps reaffirming. And I'm going to tell you that whoever you are and whatever you came here for, what you did in that room is one of the bravest things I have ever seen, and I am not going to do a single thing that makes your life harder." She held her gaze. "My name is Nova," she said. After a moment. "Nova Greyveil."