Amelie Miraculous Novels & Stories

Amelia POV I'm Amelia, and my twin sister Rosalie is a witch. My mother, Linda, is a white witch, and she's mated to my father, a werewolf warrior. Although we're the daughter of a werewolf, we're wolf-less, unlike our younger brother Emilio, but we're not ordinary witches either. We're gifted a great power by the moon goddess. We can resurrect the dead But not completely. The person should be dead for 5 minutes, or he is half dead. Otherwise, we can't do anything about it.

BILLIONAIRE SLAVE EPISODE SEVEN (7) (Breaking grounds) ... Every waking morning for Amelie was a tap from peace into a world of chaos, she wished bitterly for everything to just end Amelie woke up with a strange head ache, her head was banging hard, she held both sides of her head as she moved her hands through the white boundage that was wrapped round her head, she was feeling dizzy and feverish and her whole body waved like one standing on a hight high scared of falling

After I have left my weak past behind, I never thought I would get to see another defeat, but the Moon Goddess surely knows how to clip the wing of a flying bird. “No! That is not happening. I won’t accept it. You!” Aramis shook his head aggressively while pointing at Silver, making her flinch a little. “Come with me. We are going to find a better cure,” he even clenched his jaw when mentioning the cure. I bet he was angry I wasn’t accepting the vampire blood. After they were gone, I stared into the eyes of Layla; she was holding back tears. “I am sure they will find another way,” she was shaking when tears made her miserable.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Ameliah’s eyes turned white and she fell on the floor. “Where am I?” She said, opening her eyes as everywhere was white… She was obviously in a trance. “Ameliah” Someone called her name from behind her. She turned to where the voice was coming from only to see a very beautiful woman smiling at her. Beauty was nothing compared to her, with blue sparkling eyes and a silver colored hair. She was all dressed in white. She walked closer to Ameliah with a smile on her face… “Who are you?” Ameliah asked…

Shelly and Lee are both great at wrangling Mark in so maybe them? "Sure." Camille smiled and went back to reading. The night before seemed so long ago to Camille that all of the anxiety and regret seemed to have melted away. She had woken up feeling surprisingly refreshed. She didn't even recall having any nightmares which had to be a first in years. Then again she had basically collapsed into bed the moment she got in. Waking up nearly drowning in a jacket meant for someone at least twice her size had been very strange. It was only when she breathed in a scent of something spicy and rain that Camille eventually remembered who had escorted her home and the strange exchange she had with Jag.

We succeeded in pulling her out of the passenger seat just in time for the car to explode therefore extending us few kilometers away from it. At that point,my entire body hurt more than it has ever hurt in my entire human existence. I forced my eyes open,grateful that the sun did not blind me like before,and I saw my mother looking at me with tears in her almond shaped eyes and I knew she was about to utter her last words to me,so I held on to her with my last strength. "Amelia,you are a beautiful and intelligent girl,do not allow anyone to tell you otherwise. You come from a line of fighters and we fighters never stop fighting even when we do not know if we will win. This necklace has been

We weren't here to enjoy all of those things, but it didn't hurt to unwind every once in a while. "Here! I'm starving!" Amethyst announced from the door, stretching her arms out above her head. A brief flash of Amelia's body above mine sent blood down to my cunt. Shaking off, I smiled at Amethyst. Her name came from her eye colour. A beautiful deep purple. She had Alexandrian disease. A gem amongst the wolves. With pale white skin and light blonde hair, the girl could have been a model. Although her petite frame would have hindered her somewhat. Twila, Fable, Reverie and Claire followed close behind her. They were all coated in a light sheen of sweat. Red blotches ran up the sides of Reverie

Isabella switched to her other breast, and after 5 minutes, Alexander was happily sucking away. Yep, Isabella was a superstar, and I will never forget that. The door swung open. It’s Amelie. She’s super excited about something. “Oh, sorry,” Amelie apologized. “I should have knocked.” “It’s okay, Amelie,” Isabella declared. “I’m just so excited,” Amelie said, bouncing up and down. “Morgan had a little girl!” “Oh, my goodness,” Isabella squealed. “That is exciting!” “Amberley Hailee Marks,” Amelie advised.

"Tell me everything." Amelia paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Okay," she began, her words measured. "My real name is not Amelia Blackwood. It's Amara, and I'm not entirely human. I come from a lineage of mystics, bound to the Moon Goddess herself." Ethan's eyes widened in shock. "Mystics? Moon Goddess?" Amara nodded. "Yes, we are guardians of the Moon's power, given the ability to channel its energy. It was my mission to protect the Moonlit Meadow and make sure its sacred energy stayed pure."