Lila Rossi Butterfly Miraculous の小説・ストーリー

‘Incredible! Staring at the line that said “Butterflies Royal Spirit Bloodline” in the page I'd ripped off, I remembered, in that instance, when Teacher Kira had spoken to me before my first breakthrough. She'd explained that I'd initially been possessing the Dormant Royal Spirit Bloodline. It was only after I woke it up that the “Dormant” became “Butterflies”. Shaking my head, I knew that that was really not my problem at the moment. Since I still had some time, I could just as well use it to acquire more knowledge with my newfound ability which I would call, “Fingers of Knowledge.”

Each one seemed endless. A purple butterfly had suddenly appeared from nowhere and it danced in the air. Leila was intrigued by its unusual hue, stepping out of the room to get a clearer view. Then, a mixture of fresh grass and aromatic flowers wafted right through her nostrils. She had never smelled such an exotic and intense flowery scent. She guessed that it must have come from the garden those two had just mentioned, and she was dying to take a peek. She walked in the shadows, as briskly and quietly as she could.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

I whisper sadly. “Don’t be. From the moment I saw those glowing pink petals shoot into the sky the other night, I was certain you were the one we were waiting for. Today confirmed that... I just never expected it to be Kataleya Rossi, Daughter of the Lycan King Alejandro Rossi, and the Blessed Queen, Kiara Rossi.” His eyes are blazing brilliant blue as he looks me dead in the eye. “You’re the light that we have been waiting for.”

At one point, she'd been my best friend. Lila was a witch. When we first met, she was practicing revival magic on dying flowers in the garden. Even though she looked way younger, I was only a year older, but it never mattered. I wasn't a witch and couldn't do magic, which made everything she did all the more fascinating. I used to sit and watch her bring dead petals back to life. Eventually, she noticed me, smiled, and waved me over.

A message from Lila. Lila:GO LOOK RIGHT NOW.

Their very souls. “No!” I screamed, lunging for my dad. But a barrier of magic slammed up, walling me off from the table. From the Alphas dying right there in front of me. “Yes,” Lila whispered, her voice thick with ecstasy. Power poured into her, making her shimmer, making her expand, turning her into something beyond human. “Oh yes. After all this time. Finally, I rise.” And the true fight exploded around us.

She muttered embarrassingly and I scoffed. "Excuse you?,And you're proud of saying that?"Tyler yells and landed a whip on her back. She yelps in pain, Liliana took off the last clothing on her and lay her on the table. I walked up to her and loosen her hair, I dipped my hand into the middle and bring out a tiny camera, I scoffs, Tyler collected it from me and checked it properly. "This is a new edition of the products,Seems Bastista isn't giving up anytime soon"He countered.

Rosemary The landscape around us shifted again. The barren wasteland melted away, replaced by a vast, endless expanse of water. The sky above was an inky black, devoid of stars, while the water beneath my feet rippled with an unnatural glow, a luminous silver that seemed alive, pulsing like a heartbeat. I stood at the center of the water, its cool surface solid beneath me, yet it undulated with each step I took. “This is the first trial,” my darker self said, her voice steady, resonating like the quiet thunder of an approaching storm. She stood before me, a perfect mirror but infinitely more composed, more assured. “The Trial of the Mind.”

I described the garden to him in detail, using the right adjectives to make the picture in his head as vivid as possible. “Can you look up, Allison?” he asked. I did as he asked and saw the breathtaking view of the sky. “There’s a crescent moon surrounded by millions of stars twinkling above us and…” I stopped short, when I saw a string of light flash across the sky. It disappeared in a few seconds, but I knew I didn’t imagine it. I was about to say something, when another flash came across… followed by another. “Make a wish, Allison,” Hunter said. That told me that he already knew what I was seeing.