Copycat Miraculous Novels & Stories

“Okay, blessing part. You repeat the Luna vows after Elder Miriam. They’re in super ancient wolf-speak nobody uses anymore, so don’t stress pronunciation. Just… vibe it.” I stared at the phonetic cheat sheet. “This looks like someone sneezed on the page.” “It’s not that bad. Here...” She started reading them out loud. It sounded like a drunk cat trying to sing opera. “I’m gonna butcher this so hard,” I groaned. “Everyone butchers it. Catherine says she completely mangled hers and Marcus still cried like a baby because it was ‘perfect.’” Evie made air quotes. “Mate bond magic.” “That’s actually really cute.”

As long as there was still life in her we still have hope. "Is there not anything you can do about this? Something to stop the blood or...?" Damon said in a squeaked voice, his eyes moving from Dr Ricardo to Precious and back to the doctor. "Hold on a minute, Miracle is back from London. He returned two nights ago and I believe he can help us out." Father suggested, his eyes shining brightly with his idea and his face beamed with a smile. "Wow, he's back. Let's call him in." Tiger said excitedly, and he rushed to the door when father stopped him.

But none of her magic seemed to work on the flames that drew closer to her every second. Controlling fire was Miaka’s specialty and she could make fire appear and disappear out of nowhere. And even though people might think it was her causing the fire…it wasn’t. No one had seen me brush Miaka’s hand lightly when I’d stood close to her. Only Miaka would know that the fire had been caused by me. Because not many in my world knew that one of my greatest abilities as an Incubus, aside from mind manipulation and wiping someone’s mind clean of selective or all memories, was the fact that I could copy anyone’s powers just by a single touch. The power didn’t last forever. It faded after a few hours,

Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird. In the process of trying to drive him away, they somehow ended up gravitating towards each other. Finding comfort in the unexpected company, deep secrets tumbling out in the middle of the night. The guy who got stranded for sightseeing was suddenly showing her perspectives she had never seen before. The girl who barely talks was suddenly telling him the things he needed to hear all his life. But at the end of the day, you should never ever trust a stranger. Soon the creature would enclose itself completely for the second time, never to be seen like that again. It was a period of transformation.

A portfolio that has every details he need for this journey of revenge. It was a color black leather type forlder with some plastic pocket inside, where he entered pieces of paper with printed information, some aren't that detailed, but most of iut even have a picture of the woman, either naked or half. He closes his eyes and runs his fingers through the paper then he chants 'Mirror-mirror on the wall, who's the finest of them all?' as soon as his chant finish, the movement of his fingers stops. He opens his eyes to check on the name.

She quoted words from a romance movie she watched a thousand times for her vows. Victor's wavy black hair was gel to the back, his grey suit hugged his body, his brown eyes deceivingly looked pure. He had a slim thick structure, 5'9 ft tall, broad shoulders and bow legs. Damn his figure was perfect. His smile was perfect, everything about his outward appearance was breathtaking. He would have fooled anyone and is fooling everyone. They say the devil was one handsome geek. Expecting anything else from a money hungry, manipulative billionaire was the worst thing she ever did.

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

Cath asked Susannah. "Yes of course". Susannah answered. "If you can do it, there is one person left who has such power". Cath said. "Emily!". They all exclaimed. "What about Officer Justin, have you forgotten, he shapeshifted to your dad?". Patricia said to Cath "Thank you my precious clone". Emily said Eddie's clone. She had used her new dark magic to create a clone of Eddie. She wants to get Eddie out of the game before she deals with the rest. She chants some spells on the clone and the clone turns into a statue.

*** ‎Killian I claw at my chest, pain ripping through me as I sink into the seat, letting out a low, restrained growl. The curse is consuming me—I doubt I can hold it back much longer. According to the prophecy, only one person can heal me and break my curse. My mate. I've met her once. That unforgettable night. I may not remember what she looked like, but the warm, tender, healing touch of her delicate hands is unforgettable. With one touch, she eased my curse that night and silenced my 684 years of endless wakefulness. If I hadn't gotten carried away by that moment of peace and pleasure, I wouldn't have woken to find her gone.

The same magic that causes werewolves to shift goes into the basics of transfiguration, and a spell gone wrong can result in serious disfiguration or death. Scott got lucky. The elevator stops on the main floor, and I dash out, keeping a tight grip on Scott. This is so messed up I don’t even know what to think. Sharon gives me a weird look, wondering where the hell this fat orange cat come from. I don’t give her a chance to ask me. I’m out the door and racing to the car as fast as I bloody can. I make it to the car without anyone stopping me. But even if they did, what would they say? Give my brother-cat back?