Amok Miraculous Novels & Stories

Sofia mustered all her courage and firmly stated, "Then kill me because I am not going to sign." "You bitch," Mak hissed, his anger boiling over. He swiftly pulled the trigger. Sofia closed her eyes, bracing herself for the imminent shot. Yet, instead of the expected gunshot, she heard a deafening crack as the door burst open, followed by the sound of gunfire. Trembling with fear, she cautiously opened her eyes and saw Mak sprawled on the floor, clutching his bleeding hand while his gun slipped from his grasp.

BOM! Countless innocent trees were cut in a single slash. Cough! Amino coughed up the blood while feeling so scared of what was happening. “Holy- holy protection!” He summoned the most sacred power that he copied not too long ago. “Oh wow,” Malikul said apathetically. “I wish you good luck, my dude.” He flapped away. AWUUUUUUUUUUU~ A howl of the wolf echoed throughout the area, the strong breeze attacked Amino at once.

Manik said broking the hug. " Come manik, i didn't meet ma because firstly i want to meet you. Come let's have some family time before your felicitation ceremony. Finally our manik malhotra killed the most dangerous terrorist. I am so proud of you. "Kabir said and manik grinned and they both went to meet amrita and ashok. Looking at kabir, mukti just jump on him in happiness and cried hugging him.

"What are you talking about? We're not the grim reapers for no reason. We have all the authority and power to collect those souls." "Yeah, but I can't see the souls anymore. Yna and I can't do it." 'Huh? What just happened? I was gone for only a little while. What did I miss?' said Amaya to her mind. "...duck!" Hiro shouted. Amaya's reflexes help her to do what Hiro ordered her unintentionally. "I thought you couldn't see them anymore?" Amaya asked. "Yeah, but I saw Nathan running over here. I trusted my guts." After realizing it, Amaya looked behind her.

Only the sound of weak coughing echoed repeatedly from the farthest corner of the room. “Cough... cough...” Using the sharp instincts he had developed as a former mafia leader accustomed to life-and-death situations, Maverick quickened his pace through the dense smoke. His eyes finally caught sight of Amora sitting weakly against an iron pillar, her hands still tied. “Amora!” Maverick dropped to his knees and quickly cut the rope binding his wife’s hands with the folding knife he always carried. The moment the rope snapped free, a terrifying cracking sound echoed above them. A heavily burning support beam suddenly collapsed, falling directly toward Amora.

"Ohhh! They applauded the fighter who won. Micah had instinctively shut her eyes when she saw blood spewing from the dead man's neck as though it was a tap rushing water. Her breath became hitched. "Why do people do this to themselves?" She thought she had muttered under her breath. "It is an old tradition, built with love and understanding. It brings the people together; it also connects the subjects to the crown." Amilek explained. Micah tilted her head to her right-hand side and found him sitting next to her. "I thought you were afraid of me." "If a knife was put on your neck by a crazy lady in ragged clothes…I promise you would also be afraid of that lady whenever you see her." The smart

Ama wandered through the silent streets. A strange feeling settled over her. Not loneliness. Expectation. As though the city was waiting. In the center stood a massive circular plaza. At its heart rose a single monument. Not a statue. A mirror. Twenty feet tall. Framed in living vines. Its surface shimmered like liquid glass. Ama stepped closer. This time, her reflection did not appear. Instead... Countless faces emerged. Men. Women. Children. Old. Young. All smiling gently. Then, one by one...

Her face—drained of life. Mariam burst into tears. At that moment, Bella arrived at the school gate. She spotted Mariam immediately and marched toward her, rage burning in her eyes, ready to unleash everything—until she saw what Mariam saw. Amaka. Dead. Her mouth dropped open. Her chest tightened. And she froze. Amaka’s parents had arrived. Her mother’s cries echoed through the school like a haunting lullaby. “Amaka cannot kill herself! No! Is it because we’re poor?! Is that why no one will care?! Principal, please! I beg you! Someone killed my daughter! Amaka can’t do this—she can’t!”

“Then I’m coming with you.” “No!” When you were losing hope and something miracle happened, the first thing I could think of was crashing that person who made the miracle into the tightest hug. My eyes widened as I saw the roots and vines wrapping around me and my arms, looping and twisting into Amelia’s arm to pull us out. “Holy shit! It’s Earth!” Amelia stared at me with wide eyes, hope flashing. “See, my love? This is a miracle! It’s not the right time for suicide. You can do community service if you feel like you need to atone for your mistake.” I grinned like stupid. A thousand emotions crashed into like a tidal wave.

Amani burst from the tent, collapsing to her hands and knees on the grass as she retched violently. The sight of Terrence’s lifeless body hanging from the chains was a blow to her gut. Malakai rushed to her side, his hand gently resting on her back, his touch a calming presence amidst her turmoil. “Amani…?”