Carapace Miraculous Novels & Stories

She added, lifting her eyebrows. “Escapees…” Aislen saw some tiny spiders crawl through the imperfect seal of Meguitte’s fingers and hurried to open the lid. Meguitte opened her palms, dropping a large spider that was crawling with tiny babies escaping the egg sack on it’s back. Meguitte calmly screwed the lid on over them. “What about the ones… on you?” Aislen wondered watching one drop from the vampiress’ hand on a string of fine gossamer. She was sure she could see others moving through the fabric of Meguitte’s sleeves.

Sumico shook her head quickly. “You’re saying that the red orpiment had its own wings or feet so that it could walk or fly by itself to the soup, aren’t you?” quipped Queen Miranda more cynically at this moment. “No, Madam… I… I… I…” Sumico hadn’t finished her defense statement when Queen Miranda interrupted her,

In the car, Yvonne asked Kiran, "Do you find this situation strange?" "If I'm not mistaken, Macy Wendell seems more like Lady Meiji," Kiran said, looking at Yvonne. "You mean her Heavenly Silkworm Gu and her age?" Yvonne asked, frowning at Kiran. "The Heavenly Silkworm Gu is rare, and the Thousand-Year Corpse Gu is even harder to find. Combining the two, Macy is a miraculous existence," Kiran speculated. Yvonne pondered deeply before looking at Kiran, "If that's the case, she must hate Randall for ruining her plans."

“I have got to a cave side, but I perceived some negative energy and evils aura at the entrance.” “Yes, she cast a spell, but it has been broken. Stretched forth your hands while I send you an egg.” Queen Miranda instruct. Jessica stretched forth her hands and an egg appeared on her palms. “Smash it against the entrance and chant; declo ecro, neuoic maritania.” Jessica smashed the egg and chanted, “declo, ecro neuoic maritania.” And the negatives energy and evil aura dropped. She ran into the cave and walks farther into it.

I'm a capybara. Yet, after taking a single nap, I wake up as the scion of the Kensington family, Drake Kensington. When I crawl back to the sprawling 32,300-square-foot villa, my entire family's scared stiff. Matthew Kensington, the Kensingtons' adopted son, points at me and screams, "There's a ghost!" Without even looking up, I deadpan, "Oh, yeah, I'm whatever you say I am." He passes out on the spot. Drake's biological father, Garrett Kensington, slams his fist down on the table and snarls, "Look at you! Do you look anything like the heir to the wealthiest family? Have you seriously forgotten how to walk?" I give his question some serious thought. Crawling does take less effort tha

Alice answered me with certainty. The ‘big ball’ swelled higher and higher, his blue scales were stretched out of alignment, and his skin turned pale. “What is this?!” I backed away, clinging to the shore. ‘Crack’ a sound, that was his skin tearing open. To be precise, a slit appeared on his belly top. “Cough cough cough!” The ‘corpse’ coughed a few times and opened his eyes. He turned his head and looked at me. “Cara~”

ARAH The creature that burst from her palm hit the floor with a heavy thud. It was a towering thing, plated in segmented, iridescent armor that glimmered faintly like oil on water. Steam hissed from its blue shell where her blood still clung. Behind it, a spiked tail swept around, smashing into vases and forcing her to jump back to avoid being hit.

The room rustled with bugs as a result. “Hmm,” Meguitte carefully picked her way across the room, avoiding the trap which was as freshly marked as the day Leighton had made it, and selected a jar that already seethed with bug life. She set it near the door and reached out with her power. “Inlerum caprae.” Within moments, the bugs began making trails towards the jar, the flies plunging into the sticky mess, and the insects crawling up the glass. “Nice,” Connery approved from behind the mask. “Can you do anything about the smell?”

Each segment had two jointed legs attached, the points of which were dagger sharp. “Killed one of these a few years back,” Ecaeris commented. I hadn’t realized that she was beside me until she spoke and almost jumped. “The carapace is too hard for a normal sword. I had to let it swallow me and kill it from the inside. Definitely one of my top-most disgusting kills, but I still prefer it to the giant spiders. Your sister killed this one, with your mother’s sword. It is a promising sign.” She looked down at me. “That is Aien’s coat. I had it made for him.” “Oh,” I glanced down at it, caught off-guard by the abrupt topic change. “That was kind of you.”

She sat up instantly and rubbed her eyes as her mind was still bland. "I am on my way." She muttered as she scrambled down the bed. She looked at herself in the mirror and behind her ear was a small purple scar from an injury. Wait... She pulled her hair to the back to see the image clearer. "What the fuck?!" She muttered as she could not avert her gaze from it. She slowly caressed it and she winced at the freshness of the pain. Where did she get this? "Lyra, if I come to meet you there, you will have yourself to blame." Her mother said through the mind link and she grunted in annoyance. She exited her room as she grumbled incoherently.