Mirabel Madrigal Powers Novels & Stories

"As Li Jie said, the British, French, and Russian Mirrors are still at large. The Cuban Mirror remains incarcerated in The Pocket. As for those who haven't descended yet, the German Mirror, as you all know, has expired. While the American and Filipino Mirrors are continuously being monitored within their respective principalities." "Any news on the Filipino Mirror, then?" Michael asked in the direction of the Filipino Powers. One of Powers nodded at Michael before turning to her subordinates, "Kenneth, do you have anything to report?" A dark-skinned angel seated among the Filipino Celestial Police stepped forward, identifying himself. "Yes, Ma'am. Just a few hours ago in the current timeline

Sandy then decides to say what had actually happened. Sandy: Mirabel Antonio . shes one of the greatest witches we have in Lotun. Mirabel is the only child of late Caprio and Lucy Antonio. it was said that her parents were the greatest witches but they were killed and no one knew that Mirabel had powers so she wasn't attacked. Mirabel is calm and so sweet you wouldn't believe she has that much power.

He added with fake sadness on his handsome face. "Now that you've gotten the power you want, can you now fulfill the end of my own bargain?" Mirabel said, drawing Nevera's attention back to her. "I haven't gotten the main powers yet Mirabel so don't remind me what I already know if not you are going to end up like the fallen demon here." Nevera warned her, his cold eyes narrowing down at her and Mirabel could only nod her head.

"You saved me." "And I’ll do it again." --- Deep in the old mines‚ Mirabel paced. The relic pulsed with a dark glow. "It’s almost ready‚" she whispered. Robert watched her with unease. "Are you sure this is wise?" "Do you doubt me‚ Robert?" she snapped. "No‚ but the relic... it’s unstable." Mirabel smirked. "Good. Chaos is power." The relic surged with energy‚ casting a ghostly light across the cavern. "Moontown Pack won’t know what hit them‚" she said‚ her voice dripping with malice.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

That woman was just too powerful to be trifled with. Mirabel's mind raced with schemes and plots as she thought of ways to stop Nora's coronation. She would not let this happen without a fight. She would do whatever it took to ensure that George was the one who sat on the throne. “ I need to speak to Salvador once again." As she stormed through the castle, her anger and determination fueling her every step. She was determined to confront the king about his decision to make Nora the heiress to the throne, and she wouldn't let anyone stand in her way.

The Omnipotent Lord froze before he asked, “What happened?” Mirabelle Joandra crawled up from the ground and wiped the blood trace off her lips before sitting in a lotus position on the ground to heal her injuries. Her face was pale, and she seemed to be in a wretched state as she said feebly, “I encountered a powerful Lord in the Dark World and was injured by her.” The Omnipotent Lord’s expression was grim. He knew that Mirabelle had cultivated eight Macrocosm Powers. Now, however, she had gotten injured in the Dark World. Although he did not know much about the Dark World, he had heard of some of the most infamous Lords.

I glanced down at her, frowning as my eyes narrowed. "Don’t tell me you’re as gone over him as the rest of the slùt pack," I said, gesturing to the group of females who were all but throwing themselves at the Dark Moon wolves. "The ones strutting around right now." Mirabelle shook her head quickly, snapping out of her trance. "No! But... look at him." Her voice softened, eyes wide with wonder. "I can feel his power." Of course, she could. My lip curled. Moon magic ran through Mirabelle's veins. She was drawn to strength the way other wolves were drawn to the scent of fresh blood. Her power made her sense the strength of others like a radar, and she couldn’t resist its pull.

She turned, and answered immediately, “Yes, hubby.” “I have been wondering.” “Wondering over what, my dear?” “I wish to know, why do you address the King and Queen as your grandfather and grandmother? Are they not your biological parents?” Mirabel laughed softly, and explained, “It was actually my fault. My grandmother, I mean my mom, had corrected me severally, but I kept making the same mistake.” Alfred smiled, and asked, “Where did you get the word from? Does she have other grandchildren apart from Aurora and Julie?”

“And that’s why I need you to gain his full trust. You’re the perfect person for this mission.” Camille stared at him. “Wait a second… you want me to know his secrets, gain inside information about the McGregor company, and then betray him in the end?” “Bingo!” Christian said happily. “You’re a smart woman. I knew you could figure it out easily.” “No.” Camille shook her head. “I am not doing it.” Christian raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Such a direct way of refusing.”