Miraculous Alya Novels & Stories

She asked, looking up at the moon. “Yes, I can.” “Then you know why you have to do this tonight. I can’t explain it, Callan, but I know becoming alpha under this moon will give you strength.” “What do you mean?” Micha asked. Ayla stood up straight and turned to look at Micha; her reflection in the mirror showed me her eyes were glowing again, and for a split second, I could feel her panic before it shut down. She shook her head and blinked, making Micha stand up straight with concern.

Alya and Lucien traveled by dusk and moonlight, the blade at her back silent now… as if waiting. The scroll had named a temple. One known in myths as Veyra’s Spine—a structure lost to maps, high in the frostbound peaks of the Eluthir Range. That’s where the message had said she would be. Alya didn’t sleep. Not well. When she closed her eyes, she saw mirrors—shattering. And in each reflection, a different version of her stared back. One with white eyes. One with a crown of ice. One holding a dagger soaked in Lucien’s blood.

AYLA "Goddess, please help me," Ayla whispered breathlessly, her voice was trembling. It wasn't from pain, not at all. Her heart was pounding so fast, her body trembling with waves of something she couldn’t understand. It felt too good. Too much. Her body arched, and in her dream, she was trapped beneath the King’s powerful body as he moved inside her over and over again. Her legs were pinned up to her chest, his deep thrusts sending her into another world.

“The Star-Breather awakens in the shadow.” “Lyra?” I whispered, my voice trembling. Kael looked between us, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait... have you two met before? How do you know her name, Alyse? And what was that language?” Lyra reached out and took my hands in hers. Her skin was warm, and I felt a jolt of energy and a spark of pure magic pass between us.

Aaliyah accepted to be one of her parents agents who go about from door to door, delivering food to customers in different locations during her holidays from high school, and also her free periods after school. On one of the occasions Aaliyah went out to a very quiet environment to deliver food to one of their good customers, who lives by a river side, she met a very unique creature that looked like human, but was quite different from the physical structure of human beings. It looked like a woman, but this one has an extremely beautiful face with a very long hair that was touching the ground when she was seated on a high rock, that if a normal woman should sit on that rock, her hair would no

“I’m so sorry, Ayla. This must be so… confusing.” I turned my face away. She leaned closer. “But maybe next time,” she whispered, “try not to smell like trash.” I stared at her. Something deep inside me cracked wide open. Her scent—it wasn’t hers, not fully. I could smell traces of it, it was mine. Twisted into something floral, too polished and masked. “Witch,” I rasped. “You… you used…” She stood, brushing imaginary dirt off her skirt. “Poor thing. All those healing herbs have really messed with your scent. No wonder he didn’t recognize you.”

"You're Ayla's second chance. The first one must have caused enough trauma and that's why she only trusted the spiritual part, because she knows it's the one that won't hurt her, not intentionally, and she knows that if the human part is strong enough, it can block the spiritual part. Which is what werewolves usually do when they hear their wolf's voice for the first time." I look at Ayla and then at Victor. "No... No..." Victor speaks without conviction. "Was Klaus her first chance?" I looked at Ayla again, but with no reaction, so I can only imagine that it was. "Well, that makes sense," Ishtar says. "As I said, Ayla has the unique ability to be resistant to magic, and she can also sense s

As if they somehow won the jackpot. Zira recovered from the blast and noticed James a few feet away. She could feel his pain and hurried to him as Isaiah got up from the floor. He was about to go after her when he heard Alaia speak. How is she still alive? “It wasn’t supposed to end this way,” Alaia said as she looked at Mirja with her power. Alaia wanted it back. Without it, she felt empty. With much effort, she got to her feet, holding her hands towards Mirja. She could feel she had some residual power left. She materialized a knife in her hand.

I backed up “Well, you can call me Ayla if you really want to, but trust me, I’m better in every way, and you’d do well to remember that,” she purred at me as she got closer. “There are always perks to being linked to a mortal, as an exalted, mortal body always needs its three fated mates. She wouldn’t survive me otherwise” she smirked again, still with those violet-tinted eyes trained right on me. “I won’t mind taking advantage of this mortal’s mates, that’s for sure.” “Where is Ayla” I demanded; my heart was beating faster, out of fear or concern, I don’t know, but it was not something good.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.