Kagami Miraculous Novels & Stories

I muttered with an idiotic smile on my face. Samil and Camilla looked at me, and suddenly became quiet. Certainly, it was merely silence before the storm. As soon as I closed the door, Camilla marched towards me ready to swing her hand and hit me. I glanced at Samil. He was standing behind his desk, and that made the distance between us enough for my magic to work. I smirked watching how Camilla's fury grows with each of her steps towards me. I glimpsed at the table. There was a glass filled with water on it. I patiently waited until Camilla came close enough to hit me. Then I snapped my fingers and poured the water from the glass all over her head.

“oh shit, is that where we are staying?” Camila asked peeking out of the window at the huge resort building. It was covered in glass and had a beautiful reflection when the sun shone on it. She looked at Roman with a quirked eyebrow but her husband was not ready to say anything. “oh don’t be a wuss, I know this is the surprise already” . Roman chuckled to himself and looked away.

Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations? Welcome to CAM and find your ideal streamer!

Kagome kept her eyes closed to focus on the enchantment and the dark spell she was trying to pull. But then, one thing stopped her. Hiro's little appearance popped in front of her. It was just as fast as the blinking of an eye. But in that little second, his glare feels like it was stabbing Kagome. As she shakes, all of the candles are turned off, and the bleeding on her nose intensifies. Kagome shouted. She then messed with the equipment she used. She looked at the place where she tried to prepare everything before trying to summon the marble. For Kagome, seeing it right now makes her feel useless.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

“Senpai we’re still at the front door. Let’s look around a bit.” “Nee-chan…” says Natsuko with a shiver in her voice. “What~? Are you scared~?” says Makimi as she teases her. “What is that~?” says Natsuko while pointing to the ceiling. “Wha--?!!” exclaims Ayame when sees a curse overhead. The curse resembled a magic circle and was drawn by blood. It was massive and covered the entire ceiling of the room. “I took a photo… But it didn’t appear in the picture.” Says Natsuko while looking at the photo in her camera.

He pulled up a video file, and I watched as alternate Kamari—sitting in what looked like a training room with Rave—suddenly caused every object in the space to lift off the ground. Books. Chairs. Equipment. Everything floating for several seconds before crashing back down. And she looked just as shocked as Rave did. “How…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. “Kamari,” Alarion said quietly, meeting my eyes through the hologram. “Your alternate self has magical powers.”

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

“Then let us begin the class evaluation of the first year mahò users, let us call on aboard Kimi Karina Hallivil,” Kimi emerged from the prep room and the professor stepped out from the dais. When Kimi settled in the middle a huge barrier formed around the audience benches. The scale of magic then appeared in front of her. The huge transparent crystal ball would show numbers after a colored smoke that represents the strength of ones mana or aura fills the crystal ball.

In the distance, I could see rows and rows of grapevines. Suddenly, the sun and blue sky vanished, replaced by gray clouds, and it began to rain. "Does the rain bother you?" he asked me. I lifted my head, savoring the cool droplets on my face. "No. A rainy day in Italy is still better than a good day anywhere else." He laughed, and that made me look at him. His shirt was gone, revealing his smooth chest and perfectly sculpted muscles that would have made Michelangelo weep with their beauty. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his chest.