Alya Miraculous Novels & Stories

Alaya was a 20 year old girl, focusing on her passion. Her Muslim family used to live in Washington. At the age of 12 her mother died, leaving behind a new born brother. Alaya took care of her brother alone, leaving studies. Alaya’s father, Wasim Sheikh was a wealthy man, but became weak when his beloved wife left him. As he woke up from his depression, he realized that his business was facing loss. To support his business he instantly married a strong woman of Los Angeles, Angelina Parker.

It had said Hello, whoever finds precious little Ayla. For a reason that cannot be said, she has been left here, hoping that someone can give her a good life. She is half a wolf, and needs someone who can show her this world. Ayla was born on April 27th. Please treat her well, show her what love and family are. Best wishes, a friend.

“The Star-Breather must chant the ancient Song of Protection while the Mage weaves the silver threads. Only then will the Prince be armored in the Goddess’s grace.” “I don't know if I can do that,” I whispered, looking at the complex symbols. “I’ve only just started to understand the words. I’ve never used magic.” Lyra grabbed my chin gently, forcing me to look at her. “You don't use magic, Alyse. You are the magic. The dream gave you the vision so you would have the will to act. The Goddess gave you the name so you would have the power to speak. Do you want him to live?”

I surged with a clarity, a voice that whispered: I am the Moon born. I will rise. The Goddess’s eyes shimmered. “This path will lead you through fire and shadow. But you will not walk it alone.” Tears pricked behind my eyes. “Thank you.” I had no idea why I was even crying, I felt so fucking overwhelmed. She stepped closer. Her fingers touched my forehead, gentle, cool. “Be vigilant, Ayla. Brace yourself. The storm is coming.” Then, just as she appeared, she began to fade away into the night.

The sudden jerk was enough to make anyone lose balance but thank goodness Moria held her ground and did not fall from Chaos’ back. Entering the Realm of gods they headed to the station of the goddess of purification, Alyah. Goddess Alyah was the latest goddess who has summoned a hero and has successfully saved a continent. But according to what the reports entailed, so many sacrifices were made that goddess Alyah could not be entirely happy about the result. The goddess was one of those gods who have compassion for the beings below them. “Goddess Alyah, kamusta?” Moria greeted goddess Alyah. The goddess of purification smiled at her and welcomed her inside her chambers.

"If they found out, then they would do whatever it took to capture me and use me." Frowning, I let her words hit me as I continue to process this change of events. Ayla’s blood had healing properties. She could work miracles that even modern medicine couldn’t achieve, yet Silas was keeping all of this a secret from the rest of the world. "You could help so many," I announce before I even realize what I’m saying. "All those who are sick and dying could be cured, but you’re keeping it to yourself?" I knew what I was saying was accusatory, but I couldn’t help the way I felt. How could she sit there knowing this and not do a thing? Especially when she was getting closer to Alphonze?

I quickly move behind her to hold her steady; it is clear she is exhausted from what she did to help Alana. "What did she do?" Ulric snarls at Liliana when he sees Alana is crying; but he fails to see she's crying because she's happy. "Feel," Alana whispers, pulling her mates hand to her chest. "Your… your heart is beating," Ulric looks beyond confused, I look down at my little mate in bewilderment. I know it's because she is the Goddess of Life, but she shouldn't have been able to return life to Alana.

An Orc lifted his heavy battle ax above his head. The Wind swept the entire planet. She was the Wind. The Spirit. The very essence of Aylarra. She was the Peace-Bringer. She was Ayla and would not let Galian take anyone else away from her. The gates that kept her magic hidden opened, and power filled her. “Shield!” Ayla said, stopping the battle ax just in time. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Ayla. “Help me stand,” she said to Rhobart. He hesitated. “Rho!”

“You passed out in front of the flower shop. Your sister caught you. If it wasn’t for her, you might not have made it. My child, how is it that you lost all your spiritual power? Was it a demon?” Losing all her spiritual power? That would explain how she was feeling weak the past couple of days. Now they knew it was possible, of course, for demons to absorb that power, but Ayla hadn’t been in contact with those monsters recently, all of her missions involved healing humans instead. “No.” She whispered, fixing her eyes on her own hands as she sat on the bed. Lyra had saved her, was that what her grandmother was saying? “Where is she?”

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.