Akuma Miraculous Novels & Stories

Ginika growled at the way the man pronounced the word ‘magic’, it made him remember the day Zahra had pronounced ‘affle’ for ‘apple’, the taskmaster had whipped her mercilessly, and she took ill for about three weeks. Now looking at this general, with all his education and rank, he still could not pronounce magic. What would the taskmasters say if they find or heard him? Nothing, he was an elite, of course. A voice in Ginika’s head said, making his frown deepened. “We are here today because some of you are the vessel that could do majic had the power been in the land. However, with the Amytal vial, we can teach you how to harness majic even though you ordinarily do not have the power.

Azaloeri guided me on the way to the Misagonia River, and explained that the ceremony of being a member of this pack will be held there. "You know, this is my first time meeting a goddess-like wolf like you, Aksha. And it makes me shy, though I'm quite talkative. I just want to be honest that I still feel a bit of embarrassment while talking to you, especially when staring at your gorgeous face. You also remind me of Lunaria when I first met her during the wolf ceremony." I glanced at her. "You mean, the Moon Goddess?" This is the time that I need to ask her so that I can have a bit of information about this goddess.

Kartika stands up with all her might and summons Cakra. “Cakra, please....” She said. Cakra doubtfully looks at her. "I won’t run anymore!" She said in her mind. “LEND ME YOUR POWER!” She screamed. Cakra’s gun appears on his right hand, and it’s glowing blue. Such a glowing shocks him. Cakra shoots that glowing beam to one of them. When it hits him, his body vanishes in a jiffy. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said.

She only stopped moving when she was standing before the Chief Priest who had Samoa to his side. Admittedly, Chief Priest Kaka was impressed. After all, he was watching someone deal with creatures that could even threaten a Peak Ascender with as much ease as a man relieving himself of the burdensome annoyance called faeces. He chuckled and said, “You truly are as amazing as I heard you were. Yes, my name is Kaka. Why do you ask?” With a face that was as calm as the waters of a lake, without any turbulence or waves, Red Rose, the ancestor of every Barbarian and the Unwed Widow, replied.

The man glanced at my body seemingly able to see them as a look of understanding came over him. “Ah. I see.” That was all he muttered before a pain erupted from my mind, I screamed falling to my knees as the world flashed white again. The man smirked, his eyes wide and unblinking connecting with my gaze, I felt him in my head. Rummaging around. “Sera, I am Aamon.” He spoke inside my mind as the world shook. “And now I have your mother’s power, well my dear…”

Monique said. "What? We're just going to take her word for it?" Amara asked Mikazuki. Quick as a whip, Monique took Amara's hand. Amara gasped as Monique showed her all she knew in a vision. Without even noticing, a tear broke free from Amara's eyes. Seeing Minho do all those things for Christina, going against orders, lying to her, it was all too much. "There you go. You recognize the magic. I couldn't have faked that." Monique said, releasing Amara's hand. It was true. Amara knew she couldn't have faked it. She used to work for the descent division before and well-versed in demonic magic.

she replied to everyone while cheerfully waving her hands and looking around. “Woah! What is this?” she asked a seller as she picked up a weird looking item from his table. The seller wasted no time as this is an actual potential buyer: “Good day, Young Lady! Four months ago, I traded with a group of merchants who called themselves Miracle. They said this could make fire and even showed me how, but it never worked for me. It should suit a curious girl such as yourself, young lady!” Aryan inhaled deeply and saved the lectures for later. He dismounted from his horse and went towards Amaryah.

I hoped to never meet one. "Yeah. Fortunately, there aren't many left. Like I said, usemi and akharu are dying out." "So, can they do weird stuff like you?" "No. They don't have gifts like us," he said, emphasizing "us." While I was starting to believe all this crazy stuff, I was still in denial about where I fit into the picture. "But you said a usemi fixed you. Sounds like they can do special stuff." "Yeah, but this particular usemi is unusual. I heard she was originally idimmu and got turned by a usemi. She's the only known case of it."

Kamura looked pitifully at Loja, hoping that his master would be able to heal his leg with his powers— or he would be crippled for life. Loja smiled. He raised a hand, which glowed golden as a surge of spiritual energy spread out in the air. Kamura was overjoyed. Sure enough, his master had a plan. Loja waved a hand, and a pillar of golden light shone down on Kamura's face. The next second, however, Kamura cried out in agony as he turned to ashes completely. Even as he drew his last breath, he had never expected to be killed by his own master.

The villagers looked at us with suspicion, but eventually, we found her small hut at the edge of the village. As we approached her hut, we could feel a powerful energy emanating from it. Keith knocked on the door and after a few moments, it opened slowly. "Who is there," she said. Amara was an old woman but her eyes were bright and full of life. "What brings you here?" she asked, studying us with a keen eye. "We need your help," Keith said, stepping forward. "We have a cursed amulet, and we need you to break the curse."