Novel & Cerita Miraculous Alya

Leo dropped the book onto the coffee table and started flicking through the pages so fast I thought he was going to test them. “Here, page 275…. The wolf’s eyes are remarkable. Whether there is an Alpha or Omega they always remain the same color. It is believed that the Moon Goddess is a way to remind us that we are all special to her and are all of equal value to her and each other. In her eyes we are all gold.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

AYLA BAILORE I was still frozen in shock. Absolute, petrified shock. And I was almost starting to believe I had misheard Triss when Lucian got up from his seat. “What do you mean doesn't exist?” Lucian came to stand next to me. For the first time in my life, I recognized the mask of confusion and something else in his gaze. Triss took a deep inhale, and her worried gaze flicked over to me. “The result from my spell using Ayla's blood and hair strand says Ayla doesn't exist. It means she's dead. Or supposed to be, or probably is,”

I could feel the hostility rolling off them in waves. “Shit. Is that bone?” I swallowed. “Please help me get it off.” Someone scoffed. “You stole Ryder from me,” she snarled. “Now you expect me to help you.” “I didn’t steal him from you. I can’t help who the Goddess－” “Shut up!” “We should help,” a girl said softly. “Alpha Keiran－” “We were never here,” Kelsey snapped. “By the time they find her, our scent would be long gone.”

She glanced over at the maid standing nearby and urgently said, “Bring me a mirror.” The maid hesitated, then responded gently, “My lady, rest assured, you’re as beautiful as ever. In fact, you’re even more delicate after your illness.” “No, I need a mirror!” Alia insisted with an urgency she had never felt before. Her tone left both the maid and Marcellus slightly taken aback. The “Lady” they knew had always been calm and gentle. Though puzzled, the maid quickly obeyed, bringing over an ornate silver mirror and helping Alia sit up so she could see herself clearly.

Fire all at once. And then she was gone. No note. No number. No goodbye. He searched. God, he searched. Called the club. Threatened the madam. Paid the best friend off. Put a trace on the stepsister. Nothing. Aaliyah had vanished into thin Air. And when the prophecy came a few months later, he knew he'd made the worst mistake of his life. "The Alpha's salvation will not come from the bloodline, but from the fire born outside it. She will arrive cloaked in betrayal, bearing the child who will awaken the blood of kings."

Jenna was holding a tied up Alina and they were standing next to a tall man with dark hair. Heath Seo, Alya realized. “If you want to save her,” Heath said, pointing at Alina. “Then walk over the mercury and meet us on the fifth floor.” Alya stared at the mercury. If she touched that thing, her powers would weaken considerably… She strengthened her resolve and slowly stepped on the mercury. “Ahhhh!” she hissed. Her feet were burning and blisters formed on it but she did not care. She put her other foot and it felt as if it was on fire. Gathering all her willpower, she headed for the door.

Ayanda asked, walking into the room. “ Yes, yes, he is. Where have you been? How was your date with Mr. Mystery? Both you and Xi?” She turned, looking at both of them with a smirk on her face. “ It was good. You’ll meet him soon.” Ayanda added, shrugging as she joined her friends on the bed. ~~~~~~ Aly had a smile on her face as she opened her eyes. This was the most peaceful sleep she had had in weeks. She was either woken up by the alarm or her siblings slamming their bedroom doors.

As they reached the final chamber, Ayla stopped. At its center stood a single mirror—taller than a man, its frame carved from moonstone. The surface rippled faintly, as if it were breathing. Her heart pounded. “This is it.” Kian stepped closer, his hand on his sword. “Careful. The Mirror doesn’t just show. It binds.” Ayla ignored him. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The surface rippled beneath her fingertips, cool and alive. For a heartbeat, she saw only her reflection. Then, slowly, another image formed—her face, but different. Darker eyes. A crescent mark glowing on her brow.

"Can we trust the alpha's choices?" Alya Dawn stood at the ledge's edge, her auburn hair disheveled and damp, strands clinging to her forehead like battle scars, framing her amber eyes that burned with a fierce, unquenchable light—eyes flecked with gold that reflected her inner storm of emotions: rage at Veyra's escape boiling like the river below, profound sorrow for the dead that twisted her heart, and a steely determination to press on, tempered by the vulnerability of leadership's isolation. At twenty, her athletic frame bore the marks of the fight—scratches on her arms, her emerald tunic torn at the shoulder, blood—both her own and enemies'—staining the fabric in dark patches. Her cresc