Miracle Cutie Novels & Stories

If anyone was strong enough to pull off the shift of power and stop souls from passing over to the afterlife, it was Mira. He just hoped that she didn't lose her own soul in the process. Too many Light Oracles have tried and failed in the past. But one has never been quite as unique as Mira by being part Light Oracle and Lycan. MIRA lowered herself onto the surface, she knelt beside Clohe and picked her head up off the ground, and she breathed life back into her. A white mist departed from Miras' lips and it entered Clohes' mouth. Within seconds, Clohe sucked in one deep breath before her jaw fell open and a flutter of black butterflies exited her mouth.

Before I could stand, Sage was about to pin me to the ground. "Melanie, you can do this." I heard someone say. "Kenzie, the sacred knife!" Kate exclaimed. I looked up and truly the sacred knife was in her hands. Oh my God! This was what I needed to end Sage. I watched as Sage raised his Dracon sword and was about to stab me. But unfortunately for him, I teleported away from him. I stood to my feet. "Here!" Kate yelled and I saw her throw the knife up high. I shut my eyes and jumped, determined to get the knife in my hands.

“ “He kept on looking at me as if I were a piece of steak, mother. He gave me the hungry look Yana gives to her tuna.“ Yana was her cat. “And?“ With her hands folded under her breasts, she asked, nodding at the girl to continue. “Well, I dismissed him with a tiny warning.“ “A tiny warning? I wonder how tiny it was because if it were really tiny, mommy wouldn't have been called here, am I right?“ She asked her. “Fine mom,” Miracle slumped herself on the couch and then explained,” I only warned him that if he'd dare look at me like that ever again, I'd pluck his eyes out and gift them to you on your 26th birthday, and since we share a birthday, I told him that I wouldn't be spairing his heart

She is truly a beautiful woman from her feet to her perfectly coifed blonde pixie haircut. Men fall over themselves for her beauty, but they fear the odd hue of blue muted purple of her eyes. “Do you have a problem with backup Aiden?" Mirasol asks as a swirl of smoke plays around her head. “Every job you’re on, you insist on going it alone. Even with a great girl like Camille backing you,” she says angrily.