Amelie Miraculous Novels & Stories

Seamus reached out to caress his head. At this time, a clear and beautiful female voice called out, "Dear, where are you?" "Mummy, I'm here." Zachery immediately replied. Not long after, a noble lady's figure gracefully walked over. She wore a moon—white dress, and with every movement she made, she exuded the aura of a nation's mother. It was Amelie. Seamus immediately smiled and greeted, "Madam." Amelie also smiled, "Seamus, how are you?"

He just got caught off guard this time, but he would make sure that it did not happen again. As Amelia walked through the garden, she saw a woman whose back was to her. As she walked closer, she felt drawn to her. The woman suddenly turned as she heard footsteps approaching her and met Amelia's eyes, it was Mira. “Hello, Luna. I am Mira, a refugee in the guest house of the palace” Mira introduced herself. “Hello, Mira. This might seem weird, but although we have not met before, you feel oddly familiar” Amelia said.

Her fingers wrapped around mine with desperate strength, as if she was anchoring herself to my touch amid the storm of revelation. Alara smiled, a small, sad curve of her lips. “The night you came to us was... extraordinary,” she said. “You were so tiny, yet there was something about you that demanded reverence. The pack gathered around, watching with awe and wonder, but also with fear. A manifestation from Selene herself was both miracle and warning.” I felt Amelia’s hand tighten around mine as she leaned forward, hanging on every word.

“I’m Sarah McDougall, by the way, Eliza’s teacher.” “Thank you, Sarah,” I said, reaching for the compress. As soon as I put it on Amelie’s head, her eyes fluttered open. “How do you feel, kitten?” I asked. “Wh.. wh.. where am I?” Amelie stuttered. “You’re at Eliza’s school,” I spoke softly. “You’re safe with me, kitten.” “Does anything hurt, Mrs. Michaels?” Ms. McDougall asked. Amelie went to sit up, and I stopped her. “I don’t think so,” she responded.

I could feel it- the resistance crumbling as Brielle’s energy combined with mine, strengthening the ritual. “Amelia,” I said softly, my voice barely about a whisper. “Please don’t give up on me.” The glow from Brielle and I magic combined finally brightened and I heard Amelia take in a sharp breathe. Relief crashed into me, leaving me dizzy. Amelia let out a small breathe and opens her eyes. A small smile made its way to her lips and I couldn’t describe how happy I was in that moment, she was still weak but she was alive and nothing was going to take her away from me.

Her hair was the same shade as Natasha’s, her features weirdly similar. “Dr. Watson,” she said quietly. “You shouldn’t have opened those files.” “Amelia,” Derrick breathed. “You’re alive.” She smiled faintly. “Alive… or reborn. The difference is just paperwork in this world.” He stared, speechless. “You were part of Project Mirror.” “I was the project.” Her eyes gleamed with something between pride and pain. “What they called Amelia Raymond was just a name. The first of us, the first successful replication of my own genetic code.”

“This is Amelia.” Misty said looking at Carlos. “Michael asked her to come and help me with some of the magic I’m going to have to do on Anabel to get her to remember only what we want her to.” She said looking down at the book. “So I think this is the spell.” She said pointing to it so Amelia could read it. “That might be it, but you’re going to need the help of a demon, do you know a demon that might help you guys?” she said looking at both Misty and Carlos.

She suddenly asked, checking my body, and I smiled. “I’m fine. I healed. I also happened to run into corpses, who almost tore out my soul, but I realized that thinking of the living, disabled their powers in a way, so I thought of you, and of everyone. Oh, and also, I fought with Lucien. We were placed under an illusion, and he looked like a monstrous, giant spider to me.” “That damn forest!” She swore, and I gave a little smile.

she finally sighed, relaxing a bit. "just one more, baby that's all I need from you, the baby is almost here" Ace said to her, pushing wet locks of her hair out if her face. "Can't Ace" she was breathing heavily now, trying to regain lost strength. "you have to do this Mila, for me, for Roman, for the baby, come on girl, you can do it". Camila seemed to take his word of encouragement because she screamed loudly, pushing as hard as she could and the baby slipped right out. she sighed loudly and collapsed on the bed. She was out. Ace stared at her for a moment as the nurses rallied around attaching this and that.

I haven’t turned but I’m weaker. “ Do you know who this belongs to?” “ Yes sir, her name is Amelia Ambers. She was an angel healer for an Alpha in Italy but he’s pack was overthrown and only a few survived and said she was kidnapped by the Alpha who killed most of their pack. They never saw it coming nor ever heard of the Alpha before so they couldn’t give me a name.” “ Is she still alive? If so, can you track her down?” “ We tried sir. The last place she was seen was in South America with a woman named Ava Carmichael. She's a packless werewolf but she's not a rogue; she owns a bakery in Peru.”