Akuma Miraculous Novels & Stories

A man who had been blessed by the gods with the mandate to spread their word. Akalaka who was popularly called Osisiakalaka was a man of honour. A man who would present a wrestling match to the five sacred spirits of the forest and still beat them with his hands tied behind his back. He had a white beard that ran across his chin like a symbol of freedom against an unknown oppressor. He was a stout man with a bald head. He had a livid mark that ran from his eyeballs to his cheek. It was widely believed that he had acquired the mark when he battled with the head of an ancient spirit cult that possessed a little girl he loved so much but eventually was forced to kill in order to ensure the dest

She was also wearing a black jacket, so she was not so easy to spot in the dark. “Megat and Freeze, huh? After MIA for three years, they suddenly appeared. I wonder if I should tell the others?” The woman, Akame Sakura, the Red Cardinal of the Coloured Hunters, thought to herself. Akame had heard a part of their conversation. Even though Megat said that that was not enough information, to Akame who knew close to nothing, this was something really shocking. “Not much details but just knowing they’re all related is really something. I should tell Mister Frost about this.” Akame left the area shortly after making her decision.

Amelia asked. "Well my dear, that would heavily depend on you and how ready you are," Acacias answered, and Amelia furrowed her brows in confusion. "How ready am I? To do what exactly?" she questioned, curious to understand where the moon spirit was getting at. "The thing is, not just anyone can tie down a spirit and the same way not just anyone can do that is the exact same way not just anyone can expel it from a body. Rakani is very powerful and it took years to finally capture him and lock him up. My mother herself had sent out my sisters, Lumiel, the spirit of war, Fara, the spirit of sin and Gaira, the spirit of death, to personally capture him and trap him but even them could not do it

Even the maid who served juice in Labeebah's house knew martial art and could make a person faint with one press of acupuncture point. Bakura stopped musing and got up, walked to a corner of the room where a calligraphy of suratul baqarah was standing affixed to the wall and right on verse three, there was a kick that opened to his secret study. He went in and sighed when he got in, picking up the picture of Bushratou Dambazzau-Sambo that sat atop the table and hugged it to his chest. He sighed. He missed this woman more than anything in the world.

I can feel that Lemuel is just as stunned and in awe as I am. There’s a sort of net of purple energy surrounding the Orraikam and if I had to guess, I’d say that is thanks to the makkari standing before us. How do I know she’s a makkari? Might be the pitch-black eyes with pupils like small pearls that gave it away. I’m not sure if the other woman is a makkari or not, but it doesn’t really matter. They are gorgeous though.

Instead, he seemed to fade into the shadows, disappearing as suddenly as he had appeared. Rudra sat there, stunned and filled with a mixture of disbelief and newfound determination. The saint's words echoed in his mind, urging him to delve into Ambika's past and to prepare himself for the challenges ahead. As he sat there, the park around him began to blur, his thoughts consumed by the mystery of Ambika's journey and the strange promise of a power he had yet to understand.

Luceya said. Elmina nodded. “Of course. Come along, Keyla.” “Who’s the Maajira? ” she asked. “The head of the Order of the Na’Himara,” Luceya told her. “A most wise and powerful Sorceress.” That certainly peaked Keyla’s curiosity, and she followed along eagerly, the sound of her sandaled feet echoing softly as they walked through the circular chamber again. As they passed the statue, Keyla asked, “Who is that?”

"The Alpha's body will house my spirit, and I will have the power I deserve." "You mean the power you stole," I answered, stepping through my own flames unharmed. "Just like you stole from me. From Kamla. From all your so-called trainees." Amara's eyes widened. "What is she talking about?" I kept walking forward. "She's been hunting your bloodline for ages, Amara. The healing light you carry—it's the only magic that can destroy her." "Enough!" The Ancient One threw a bolt of purple energy at me.

LAIKA “Are you happy now?” elder Akim said to the both of us. Look at the blood of all these people, spilled because of your disobedience and selfishness.” Before I could blink, Karim was up, and his hands went around Elder Akim’s neck, and he lifted him by the neck. I stood immediately.

Amara once came to their Pack to encourage them on their search for the relic at the beginning of their search. "I see you have made some progress," she said calmly, her gaze flicking to the glowing relic. "Though not without its problems." Kade snarled and clenched his fists, said, “You! You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you? You brought us straight into this mess!” Amara didn’t blink. “I gave you the tools to unlock your destiny. It’s all in your hands now.” “Destiny, you call this?” Alec retorted sharply, positioning himself between Luna and the stranger. “Whatever it is, it’s ripping her to pieces, and now you come here pretending it’s all in some great plan?”