L Miraculous Novels & Stories

What kind of game was he playing? Logan placed some money at the bottom of the emptied bottle and turned back to her, demonstrating with his hands that what he was about to do was no sleight of hand. "Um... What are you doing?" Marceline asked, perplexed. "I'm going to recover the milk from inside my body through my fingers. Ready?" Logan took a breath, and a small stream of white liquid oozed out from his nails before dripping to the floor. Marceline's eyes widened. This was no magic trick—it was a miracle! She recognized that she was looking at a practitioner of mystique arts.

By the swelling, I’d say it’s newly made and won’t heal, as it’s probably done with silver. “Sicarius…” I mouthed upon recognizing the familiar words. James really outdid himself. It’s been an ancient time,g but werewolves used to engrave our learnings and history in Latin. They said it was the language of the gods and goddesses… Though it wasn’t used anymore, most of us could still recognize some words, especially words such as “Sicarius” meaning Murderer. Now, no matter where she goes, everyone will know what she did unless she covers her forehead.

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

’ they asked each other using their witch’s ability that helps them to communicate without anyone hearing what they are saying. Luxo walks up to Lucas and said to him in a low voice. “Master, we have to go now.” “Not until I find answers about the mystic orb.” Lucas moved faster than the eye could see. Mira was trying to get away from him but he was fast enough to get to her. He grabbed her from behind and pinned her to the wall next to a flaming torch. “Unhand me at once you abominable creature!” she yelled. “You can call me anytime, I don’t care. Where is the mystic orb?”

If it weren't for him, she would probably have already become food of the Purple-stripled Tiger. "What kind of Shocking Spiritual Treasure?" Lucas looked at Hester. Although he wasn't interested in her, he was still interested in the Shocking Spiritual Treasure. "It's a Heavenly Silkworm Ganoderma that can revive the deceased," Hester said. Hearing this, Lucas instantly felt bored. "I heard that there is a Sacred Elixir that helps people go to a higher realm," Hester continued. Hearing this, Lucas' eyes lit up. Thinking of this, he was interested.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He stares at me, his eyes wide. “What… what did you do?” “I… I don’t know,” I stammer, still shaking. “I just… wanted you to come back.” Myra steps closer, completely stunned. “That was healing energy,” she says softly. “But not normal healing like we do. This was… divine.” I blink, trying to understand, but Lucian just cups my face with his shaking hand. “You saved me,” he murmurs. “Again.”

Ember “What are you doing?” I managed to ask, my breathing already becoming labored. “Why shouldn’t I move?” “To answer both of your questions in one, I want to show this pretty pussy some love, and if you scoot back, you’re going to ruin it for both of us.” I vaguely registered him using the L-word, but I hardly thought it meant anything in the context he used it. My heart missed that memo and went ahead to skip a beat just because he said the word out loud anyway.

"She's my miracle, her and our child, so I will never give up on them. Even if I die." Landon put out his cigarette and stood up straight. "For the record, I think Miracle isn't really angry at you or hates you. You just gotta work harder in making it up to her. If I were you, I would grovel at her feet. A woman like that is one in a million, man." "You don't have to say that because I will." "Then I wish you the best of luck, bastard." Landon opened the door of his car but before he could get in, I called his name and smiled.

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied: