Amelie Miraculous Novels & Stories

She slept again. Leaving Victoria and Amelie resting, I walked into the main area where everyone was waiting. Makarius was the first to walk up to me. "How is she?" he asked. "Resting, and the baby is fine. Sorry, she is too small to be out in the open yet, but I have pictures," I said, smiling, and they all passed the phone. "She's so small, but I bet she's fierce," Alice said. "Like her mother, I believe that," I replied. "Amelie has my black hair and her mother’s green eyes. Adorable, really."

Alex said to her as he pointed at the chair opposite him, and with that, Amelia walked towards it and sat down. "Do you want me to offer you anything, water... "No, it's okay, I don't need anything," Amelia said to Alex, who nodded in reply. "Well, sincerely speaking, I wasn't expecting to see you again," Alex said to Amelia. "Yeah, I also wasn't expecting to see you again, especially after I learnt some months ago that you passed away," Amelia said to Alex. "Well, that's a long story, but thanks to Adrian and the moon goddess, I'm still alive, safe and sound, as you can see," Alex said to Amelia.

“Touchy.” His female companion stepped forward, sniffing the air like a wolf. Her eyes landed on the house. “She’s inside, isn’t she?” she said with a lilting, eerie tone. “The Elarian girl. The reason the curse was broken. The one who killed the Stinger Lord.” I was in front of her before I knew it, shoving her back with a growl that shook the air. “You don’t go near her. Any of you.” Creed’s smile never wavered. “You can’t protect her forever, Gabriel. You know that, right? People like her were never meant to walk free. They were meant to be controlled.”

Her eyes are locked on Myles as if she can sense the connection between them. “Hi, Amelie. I’m very pleased to meet you,” Myles grins, stepping forward and holding out a hand to her. Amelie looks at me with caution and I nod at her, encouraging her to take Myles's hand. She reaches out and places her dainty hand in Myles’, a smile spreading over her face as they touch. “Do you have any possessions in the house that are of great importance to you?” I ask. “No,” she shakes her head, unable to take her eyes off Myles.

" She lowers her head and, unable to bear the silence any longer, runs out. Her father remains silent for a moment before leaving. "Excuse me, Ales, I shouldn't have come here." He gets up and leaves. Amelia has her hand in mine, and my mother looks at us: "Welcome to our home, madam, even though the circumstances are not ideal. I'm happy to meet you." Amelia, with a smile on her lips, replies: "Thank you, madam. I'm also happy to make your acquaintance." I notice that Milagro isn't saying anything. I look at her closely, and she's crying. I ask her:

——— In the meanwhile, Amelia swam ashore, filled with a buoyant and jubilant mood. As her mermaid tail touched the ground, a magical transformation occurred, and her tail morphed into a pair of long, slender human legs. She wiggled her toes in sheer delight, relishing this newfound sensation. Standing upright on her legs for the first time, Amelia couldn't contain her excitement. She danced and jumped around like a child experiencing a delightful game. "Princess Amelia... Princess Amelia... ouch!!" Amelia heard a faint voice calling out. Curious, she looked around and spotted a hermit crab emerging from the sand under her feet. "Princess Amelia, it's me, Herald, the hermit," the crab said wi

she whispered coldly. With a flick of her arm, she hurled him away like a rag doll. He crashed into the ground, cracking the earth beneath him. Meanwhile, Amelia, though human and physically powerless, was a storm of arcane destruction. She had spent years at the side of the Head Witch, learning forbidden spells and collecting ancient curses. Now, she poured all of that dark knowledge into a single, desperate act.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes. I've never seen such a beautiful creature in all of my eighteen years. I have heard of a pack of wolves who have white coats, but I always thought it was a legend—one not even of this realm. It is said that the pack of white wolves have magical powers—able to harness the elements: earth, wind, fire, and water—but only a single element each. Their pups are always born in pairs—twins. But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago.

I rush to my office and sit Amelie on my desk. "What happened?" She asks. "I don't know. You had this powerful aura pushing us all back then you started to levitate. Your hair turned black, and your eyes glowed sliver like two moons. I think it was Selene." Amelie gasps. I continue. "She gave me a message. She said her messenger would come and to protect her heirs that the world would need them. Do you know what she means?" "I don't know. I am a direct descendant of the first mated wolves. So maybe our baby, but are you sure she said heirs with an s?" She asked.