Miraculous Au Novels & Stories

The moment the final words left her mouth, a sharp pulse of energy swept through the room. Both our eyes glowed instantly. Mira gasped softly while silver light flickered briefly around her body before concentrating against the back of her palm. Slowly, a small crescent moon the colour of my own mark appeared there, glowing faintly before fading into her skin completely. For a second, Mira simply stared at the mark in shock. Then her gaze lifted toward me uncertainly. “Did… did it work?” Ael snorted softly. “Unless you usually grow magical symbols on your hand, I’d say yes.”

Mother Mary explained to Mirabel, who was staring at the Laki sand. She walked to a round stone table in the middle of the room and pressed her hand into the interior of the table, causing the inner part of the table to go in and shortly reveal a round orb that was emitting a dense blue light. "What is that?" Mirabel asked as she walked forward to stand beside Mother Mary at the table. "It's the Blue Miracle." Mother Mary smiled as she spoke and stared at the blue orb. "The Blue Miracle." Mirabel nodded as she repeated, completely clueless as to what the Blue Miracle was.

We are working on getting rid of the diaper, but so far we’ve come to the agreement of one that can resemble underwear, and in which he can actually sit on the toilet with if he shows interest. “No, Mirage.. Eeew!” Liam shouts from the bathroom, and I pick Micha back up to see what is going on. Of all our three pups Mirage is by far the one who has shown the most powers. She has definitely inherited my magic, while both Micha and Layla have shown magic in different areas. Micha can move things with his mind or hands, heal small wounds and disappear from one place to another in a blink of an eye - which is what he did just before. Layla can communicate with animals, that one is pretty strong

He looked at his hand before he looked up to stare at me. "You'll be fine, I suppose." I smiled at him. "Oh my God! No!" He suddenly cried out. "I won't." He whined. "You won't fall, I promise huh?" I smiled. "But this..." "You'll do just fine." I cut him off. "Look! You're standing up right without any issues." I told him and he stared at his feet. "You'll be fine." I mentioned and went off to stand beside Morgana. I noticed Morgana was using her fire powers so I decided to activate my whirlwind strength. It was something I recently discovered I had.

I am grateful for having a mate, in the history of my family I think it was our great great grand patriarch who had a mate and that has not happened again till me, so yeah I am feeling pretty special right now really. There is something nagging me though, all this seems way too far fetched oh, there literally is nothing I have not thought about since I noticed the strange looking mirror in my Aunt’s secret place, which I saw by pure accident, it had a different trimming not known to our ancestral mirrors, and it was giving off a strange energy which I am not familiar with, being a guider of spirit I have seen a lot on the other side but never something like that , which means it’s not from t

rather than "Safe" "Wake up, Sister," I whispered, pressing my scarred hand against the cold glass. "The Audit is Over-Ruled!" The reaction was a Metaphysical Thaw. The brine in the cylinder didn't boil; it Purified. The cyan-violet light turned into a radiant, Sunset-Gold Aura that shattered the glass walls of the reliquary. The First Mate didn't fall as a corpse; she stepped out of the brine, her copper hair igniting with a fire that was older than the sun itself.

"Can someone tell me what happened here?!" Almost toppling over in tears, I narrated what transpired. How I tripped and mistakenly hit an antique vase that had been placed wrongly. How it fell to the ground and shattered to pieces and how I almost ended being hit if not for the fact that he walked in at the right time. "That's why you want to hit her?" He fumed even more. "It's expensive and she's very unapologetic." Lauren glared hard at me. "You can't say that about Aurora, I'd never believe that."

“First, Aurora needs to disappear.” I strode to my vanity and pulled out a small, ornate mirror. Taking a pouch of moonstone dust, I poured it around the glass in a perfect circle. The air thickened, humming with energy as I began to whisper ancient words, old as the moon itself. The mirror shimmered, the surface rippling like disturbed water — until a shadowed face appeared within it. A cold, delighted laugh escaped my lips. “Perfect,” I whispered. ——— Liam’s POV

“You did it. You sent him to the moon. I saw him there... just now. I had a vision.” Of course she did. Mirabelle had always kept her sight. The Moon favored her that way—blessed her, even though she chose a mate. Most oracles lost their gift when they bonded. But not Mirabelle. If anything, she was having more visions than ever. I looked toward the bed and saw Percival—clothed now, breathing steady. My brows furrowed. “Is he…?” “He’s fine,” Mirabelle said, settling beside me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her voice was gentle, full of awe. “He’s getting closure right now. That’s part of your new gift. You’re incredible, Edeline.”

she said aloud, to no one, her voice sounding strange and small in the dusty quiet. Miriel Aurora had been a healer. A slave. A woman with no family Aeloria had ever heard named, no history beyond the small, careful stories she'd offered her daughter before her death. There was no reason a dead Luna from thirty years ago should share anything with a woman who'd spent her whole life scrubbing floors and setting bones in a pack two territories away. And yet. Aeloria reached up, without entirely deciding to, and touched her own cheekbone, then the painted one, comparing angles that made no logical sense to compare.