L Miraculous Novels & Stories

It was Miracle. Emma looked at her coldly and said, "Why is it you?" Miracle bowed her head, trembling. "Omega Olivia, what's the meaning of this?" Emma raised an eyebrow. Omega Olivia smiled and said, "Miss, can you recognize that maid? She's Miracle from Omega Lanka." Emma gazed at Omega Olivia calmly, her expression seemingly smiling yet not quite. "Stepping out in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and visiting the residence of Omega Olivia. What were you thinking?"

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.

“More time would be helpful. The stronger I am with my magic and health, the better our chances of getting out of here. I can feel Ben’s energy. It shouldn’t be long now.” “Do you think he can pull it off?” Mirabella asked. “He got me out of here once before,” Lila said with determination. “If he did it once, he can do it again.” Mirabella took on a faraway look in her eyes as she wistfully said, “It’s been so long since I’ve been out in the real world.” “I won’t leave you behind,” Lila assured her. “I can’t guarantee help for the others, but I won’t leave you behind. You or little Roger.”

’ 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.”

Shoppers with extremely big bags on both their arms. “So what is this place?” I asked Luna once I caught up with her after apologizing to a lady I accidentally bumped into. “Central market. Not from the world that you know.” She said avoiding people so fluidly as if she knew where they will go. “Not from the what?" I swear if she labels me as dumb I will literally point out to her that days ago I thought only humans are on this planet. “Not from Earth. Well not directly connected to Earth. God, I wish you had a little more educating before we did this.” she said under her beathe.

Kael’s breath stuttered. “You’re saying she’s a god, fragment?” “No.” Lira shook her head. “I’m saying she carries one.” My stomach flipped. Kael’s grip turned iron. “She’s human.” “Yes,” Lira said softly. “But humans can be born near ruptures. Magical fractures. If the Well cracked the night she was born—” “It didn’t,” Kael cut in sharply. “Her parents would have known.” “Unless they didn’t survive the blast,” Lira whispered.