Silent Hill Mira Novels & Stories

Mira. Scarlet hesitated for half a second. Then she mindlinked. "Mira… please. I know you don’t want to hear from me. But I need you. If you ever cared...just this once." Scarlet’s throat tightened. Then... "Where are you?" Scarlet nearly collapsed from relief. "Outside the Lycan mansion. They saw me. Please..." The air shifted. Mira appeared within seconds, her presence snapping into place like a blade sliding from its sheath. Her eyes were cold, unreadable, power rolling off her in quiet waves.

Then looked directly past Caelith toward the dark windows. Her expression emptied slightly. Like someone listening to a distant voice. And very softly…almost gently. she whispered: “She’s outside.” Silence swallowed the room. Nobody moved. Then suddenly Mira frowned hard, pressing a hand against her temple. “What the hell…” she muttered weakly. “Why do I feel so sick?”. Then she laughed. Brought out a fake blood. “How was my acting?? No one answered. “Jez, common…” “That was a bit much”

I'll get up. Noah was right with me. But when he touched me, a burst of light shot between us. He blew back. His palm began to glimm again. No. Not again. Mira made an involuntary move. Over the threshold. Now. A bang. Like a shot. Noah opened her eyes. Blood slowly spread over his shirt. Right above his heart. I cried. He looked surprised down. Like he didn't understand what just happened. Then he sacked his knees. Mira died.

The moonlight seemed to pool beneath her palm, silver and alive. “Sera,” she whispered into the darkness. The response was immediate. Not a dream, not a phantom ache, but a presence. A silver eye opened behind Mira’s own vision, bright with desperate awareness. She had spoken her wolf’s name, and for the first time since the courtyard, the stolen soul answered without hesitation. Mira was neither fully asleep nor entirely awake. She stood in a corridor woven from moonlight and shadow, but the perspective was wrong. She was lower to the ground. Her hands were paws—silver, trembling, pressing against invisible barriers.

Someone shook my arm, and I realized I was screaming as I held my head, trying to fight all those images and trying to fight Kiran’s pain as he relived it. “Be gone,” Jessica said, and I opened my eyes as the images blurred in front of my eyes before disappearing. Kiran lay on the floor just inside the sliding doors, and I turned toward him. He was breathing but still unconscious. I reached out to him but he disappeared, and Malachi was there in an instant. “No! Not again! No, no, no!” “Hylja sála,” I whispered, feeling weak. I saw Kiran in the other realm where his magic had taken him to recover. I got up and ran to his floating body and tackled him back to the floor, as I pulled us back to

A bird falls mid-flight, hollow as if drained from the inside. Kojo tries to reconnect, but Mira flinches at touch. She begins to write everything down obsessively — journals, drawings, names she doesn’t remember learning. One evening, she looks up at the river and sees her own face in it — not her reflection, but her — standing in the water, smiling. Skin Between Worlds Mira returns to the shrine, hoping for closure. But it's vanished. Only twisted roots remain. A torn strand of red twine hangs from one.

Mia felt like her head was out of place and suddenly became heavier on her head, her eyes closed slowly filling her view with darkness and she felt her feet buckling beneath her, unable to carry her weight anymore, Aaron immediately reached for her and grabbed her before she would hit the ground, "Mia." He called her name but she had already been swallowed up by the darkness and was now in an unconscious state, He made sure to gingerly pick her up in his arms and just as soon as that was done, the door to the alchemist's workshop flew open and a seething Miram walked in, It was clear to Aaron that she perhaps wanted to finish what she started at the corridor, Her brows became so furrowed,

The air was so thick with tension that Serena squinted her eyes, opening her mouth to respond, but then another voice pierced the atmosphere. “It is true, you know, Serena,” Mira said with a venemous voice. Mira crept out from the shadows with a playful smile. She wasn't a stranger here — one of the people Serena had always trusted in the pack, and with good reason. Mira was now no longer a ghost — she was a deadlier ghost. “What are you doing here?” she had looked at Lucian and Elias, who had both gone stiff, when she had said it — Serena’s voice had been so sharp there had been no mistaking it.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

" Mira shouted. She felt nauseated just looking at their faces. She could only close her eyes and offer prayers to God to help her from such a horrible experience. " She's a feisty one isn't she?" Another chipped in, laughing like a psychopath," But don't worry sweetheart, we will take good care of you, right boys?" He asked holding Mira's dress and trying to tear it apart bang! The sound of a gunshot resonated in the room, the goon about to touch Mira fell on the ground with a thud. Before the others could comprehend what was happening, they were all apprehended. Mira who had closed her eyes from the gunshot sound slowly opened her eyes and was met by a pair of mesmerising black orbs which