L Miraculous Novels & Stories

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

"We need to do something. Now." "I know," I said quietly. But what? What could I do? The serum should have worked. Violet said it would expose any witch. Any illusion. Any lie. But Lila drank it and nothing happened. "Maybe she's telling the truth," someone in the crowd said. "Maybe the Moon Goddess really did bring her back." "Don't be ridiculous," another voice countered. "The Moon Goddess doesn't work that way." "How do you know? Have you died and come back?"

Lira raised her palm, and the air shimmered—a wave of warped light smashing into the attackers, folding them into illusions they couldn’t break free from. However, Mira couldn’t stop shaking. Her hands glowed with runes she didn’t recognize. Her heart beat so loudly, it made her dizzy. “I don’t know how to stop it,” she whispered. “You don’t.” Lira held firm. “You ride it. Let it become what it needs to.” More came—five, six, ten hunters.

“It’s… it’s the Mark of Elethrin.” I stared at her, confused. “What does that mean?” Mira looked at me with something between fear and amazement. “It means… the Moon Goddess has chosen you. You’ve been blessed… with the power of life.” My heart stopped. “What?” She nodded slowly, her hands trembling as she reached for mine. “This mark—it’s rare. Almost unheard of. The power of life… it only manifests in those the Goddess sees as vessels of deep empathy, sacrifice, and love. It’s said to be a sacred gift.”

He stretched out a hand and commanded loudly, “Give it to me!” He had schemed for this VIREXIN for so long, waited far too long! Mireille smiled calmly, took a few steps forward, and handed the box to Lucas. Overjoyed, Lucas snatched it eagerly, quickly opened it, revealing a smooth, glossy pill quietly resting inside. Lucas picked up the pill greedily and asked, “This is the VIREXIN?” Mireille smiled elegantly, “Yes, this is the legendary VIREXIN that can bring the dead back to life, worth a fortune. Grandpa, if you don’t believe me, you can have it tested right now.”

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

“She took a breath. “The Elarian weren’t wolves. Or witches. Or anything this world has a name for. They were born from an ancient celestial being and a human Seer. Once every few centuries. They didn’t learn magic—they were magic. They could command light… and shadow. Life. Death—” Lyra lifted her hand. “You don’t need to continue,” she said—softly, but with a finality that made even the air stop moving. Her eyes were locked on Priscilla. “I know who the Elarian are.” We all stared at her. Then Lyra took a step forward, her voice lowering to something almost reverent. “And have you accessed your powers? Have you… Started using them?” Priscilla glanced at Gabriel—like she needed his silent p

She thought in between contractions. Mira in her most vulnerable time of her life, since that fateful night of the lunar eclipse she wasn't able summon her white lighter Lila. Nor tap to use her powers she relied on her knowledge of herbal medicine to get by with the help of Alethea and Diego. Diego acted as her husband should there will be enquiries about her pregnancy. When she was planning to abort the child Diego offered to help.

"I've never seen anything like this." Mirielle tried to touch the transparent magic wall; it was like she was facing a giant steel wall until she was stuck, unable to penetrate it. Mirielle had to painstakingly enter one room after another in the Linea Mansion to search for Lyra. Some she could pass through, some she could not. Actually, Mirielle was also studying the criteria of this foreign magic power. She was looking for what her weaknesses were. She had indeed suspected that Linea prepared various magic traps throughout the mansion.