Miraculous Alya Novels & Stories

Once they had fully rescued Serena, and had taken her back to the palace to rest, Alysia went to the borders. She had the powers of all the elements of the earth and she was determined to use that to destroy the rogues who were under Alice's spell.. Alysia got there in not time and with the rage bubbling in her skin, she was able to wipe them all out in a single blow. Her eyes were a blazing red and as she unleashed her powers, the rogues fell to the ground one after the other. The battlefield was bloodied but Alysia didn't care.

"If they found out, then they would do whatever it took to capture me and use me." Frowning, I let her words hit me as I continue to process this change of events. Ayla’s blood had healing properties. She could work miracles that even modern medicine couldn’t achieve, yet Silas was keeping all of this a secret from the rest of the world. "You could help so many," I announce before I even realize what I’m saying. "All those who are sick and dying could be cured, but you’re keeping it to yourself?" I knew what I was saying was accusatory, but I couldn’t help the way I felt. How could she sit there knowing this and not do a thing? Especially when she was getting closer to Alphonze?

I shielded my eyes, feeling the heat radiate off the stone. “Annalise!” Adrian shouted over the noise, his voice a mixture of awe and fear. “What’s happening?” “I think it’s working!” I shouted back, adrenaline coursing through me. “Just hold on!” The light intensified, swirling around us like a living thing, and I could feel the power building. I closed my eyes again, allowing myself to surrender to the energy. Memories flooded my mind—moments of pain, of loss, but also of strength. Each one helped to fuel the magic within me.

Pointedly looking at me, Beta Jude gestured toward Alpha Bryson, “As you may, Princess.” Smiling victoriously, I stood in front of Bryson with cold demeanor and relief knowing my mother would understand my reasons after I got the King's blessings. “I, Elena Dooley, Princess of Lycan Kingdom…”

oh, was I so glad, I stood om the line with my face down as the Alpha walked towards us. Already glad he passed without noticing me, I felt a rush of cold blood ran down my spine with the sound of his retracting footsteps. ' Oh No! He can't be coming back! ' ' He already walked past me!' I cried from within. "You! What is your name?" he spoke in a demanding tone as he stood in front of me. "That's Ayla, the wolfslayer's Daughter, " the senior Nun answered before I could even mutter a word. 'Oh, no She can't give out my identity like this. I can't let this Crazy Alpha know about me, I cried from disappointment within.

Without doubt, someone was killed and a part of that person is inside. “Give me that, uncle!” Allaya demands and her tone is sending chills on my back, a thing that never happened in my entire existence. Her pitch-black eyes are currently purple with flecks of red, and her voice did not sound like herself. It was probably Pandora the one that spoke. And Allaya is not yet aware what can happen if she cannot control Pandora. “Give that to me, now!” She orders and I find myself obeying, my body moving on my own.

“I won’t be able to help you for a while, Ayla. Vannya has spies everywhere.” Ayla gave Sarya a curt nod. “Thank you for everything you have done for me so far.” She went to the Crystal Mirror, and before she touched it, she looked at Sarya for the last time. “I hope you free your n’alxa soon.” “I will. Once he is safe, I will make Vannya pay for every crime she has committed against the Snow Elves!” Sarya replied.

With a strong push, a cry split the air—intense and furious. Jet-black hair. Crystal-blue eyes. “The Leader,” Alina whispered. Lucian broke, tears spilling freely. Minutes later, the second arrived—identical face, eyes already calculating. “The Destroyer.” A thin curl of white mist followed his first breath. Mira’s last laugh echoed where only magic could hear it. Not now. The room went quiet. For the first time, Talia’s body eased. “This one’s in its own sack,” Amalia said gently. “Taking its time.”

It was a fair day, the strike of the clock and its continues swing didn't bother Alyana in combing her hair, she's taking her time in staring at the tired young lady who's gazing back at her in the mirror, light colors of makeup are laid on her porcelain skin. A forest of undeciphered mystery can be seen in her eyes, and in the middle of that forest was her, just her: ALONE.