The Second Life Of Mirielle West Novels & Stories

"What do I do now mother, I have lost it all?." She looked at me, and smiled, "You have me Mirabel. Now listen to me, you have two options — if you want peace? you drink the chemical and die, but if you want justice? Burn everyt hing they love. We strike back, forgiveness is not an option

Used to make my wolf heart pound with fear and a little fascination. “Don’t,” Elora hisses, grabbing my sleeve. But I get it. Mira wants to be seen. She wants to make sure we know she’s not gone. Her voice comes drifting out, too calm. “You’ve only won the surface.” And then she’s just not there anymore. Just her laugh, echoing out of the fog, sliding down my spine. That sound stays with us. Way past the fighting, long after the flames die. So I’m standing there, everything ruined and glowing red, and it hits me: war’s over, sure, but something worse is crawling up under the skin of the world.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

"The fire will know." I did not doubt it. In this place, magic was stitched into the bones of the earth. Ancient and old and patient. It did not forgive. Varron pointed at the first girl in line. Mirielle. Of course it would be her. Mirielle walked forward, shoulders straight even as the firelight painted tremors across her hands. She knelt before the flames, head bowed. Her voice, when it came, was steady. "I killed my twin to save myself."

"We never know what's going to happen, Ron. That's why I'll do my best to woo her. I'll go first." Mirielle drove the vehicle alone, as the plan. However, halfway down the road, she wondered what fog had brought Max to see her after all this time when everything seemed fine, even though Lyra had not been found. Mirielle stopped and approached Max's car, which also stopped before it could enter the courtyard of Mirielle's residence. Mirielle had decided to live alone and apart from her parents in the end. She needed more space, so she told her father, who finally got his blessing. But the main reason why she wanted to be separated from them was that she didn't want to be in too much trouble.

As Alford's body turned into ashes, Sierra sighed in relief. Mira grabbed the sword and as her powers were burning inside her, her sword turned red. "You tried to take away my fairytale life. You tried to take away my Freddy. You tried to manipulate me. You tried to kill my baby. You don't deserve to live anymore. There is no one here to save you anymore." Mira roared at Marsha and stabbed her heart.

“Balance. That’s what she calls it. She says the world was split in two when the first wolves defied her—one half light, one half reflection. The mirror realm was supposed to sleep forever. But it’s waking now.” “And you?” Kaelen asked quietly. Her gray eyes met his. “She says I’m the key to keeping it open.” The fire cracked between them, throwing long shadows on the walls. Mireya cursed under her breath. “So she’s not gone. She’s rebuilding herself through Serenya.” Kaelen turned sharply. “Watch your words.” “I’m being honest,” Mireya snapped. “If Maelis comes back, she’ll use Serenya to finish what she started. We can’t—”

she said softly, which Mirielle immediately obeyed, running out of the master bedroom and up the stairs to her room. *** "Mom, I want to go shooting. Are you still busy?" asked Mirielle when she came home from school and Moira was still working. She was indeed busier that day, but Jude's gift had lifted her spirits. She imagined her grandmother would be delighted to receive the gift from her. However, a feeling of unease crept in. Those two items were not cheap. She knew that the antique painting of a cat and the set of jewelry, even though she didn't get them at auction, would be worth a fantastic amount.

Lucien stood by the window, jaw tight, trying not to stare at how her robe clung to her figure. She glanced back at him over her shoulder. “You know… I saw something last night.” He stiffened. “What did you see?” Mirielle smiled. “A lesson in discipline, I think. A very physical confession.” His jaw clenched. “You were spying.” “I couldn’t sleep,” she said innocently, perching herself on the edge of his desk. “And I heard… sounds. I followed them. What I saw… Father, it was beautiful.” “Get up.”

But I'm honestly tired of fate making decisions for me. First, I found out that I'm the Moon Goddess's daughter and I have a mission to take down the descendant of the cursed Alpha King. And then I found out that the person I thought was my mate was actually not my mate—and now... I'm suddenly a Queen? Isn't it too much? "Mira," Anna called me quietly. I looked at her and noticed her eyes were welling up. I wanted to ask her why she was crying, but before I could, she reached out her hand and wiped my cheeks—and that's when I realized I was crying too.