Miraculous Au Novels & Stories

Once they had both left, King Marciais could not help but said, “Aurelius is quite strong. He can take an herb from Xamira. Her whip is far from ordinary.” “A Petit Celestial Rank,” James said nonchalantly. He could sense that Aurelius was at the Petit Celestial Rank, which put him among the ranks of mentors and sect elders within the Dieux Academy.

“You will not believe how beautiful you are!” I shook my head. “I’m sure you’re just being kind.” She rolled her eyes. “Fine. See for yourself. However, I want you to know your lack of faith in me is hurtful and mean. I’ll expect a full apology.” I laughed. “It’s not a lack of faith in you, Mirella. But even as awesome as you are, you can’t perform that kind of miracle.” “Aurora, just go to the mirror,” she ordered, pointing her finger, exasperated. “And I want that apology when you .”

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.

"Mira, you didn't just get a mentor. You got the man who literally wrote the textbook we're using. And he just gave you a relic that costs more than the entire Ignis dormitory." "He's alright, I guess," I said. I leaned back. Let my silver ponytail sway with deliberate nonchalance. The picture of a girl who expected nothing less than the universe bending to her will. Aurel took the stool next to me. His presence was a physical shield against the stares of the room. A barrier of absolute authority that deflected envy and hatred and raw naked awe alike. He leaned in. His breath was cool against my ear. It smelled of ozone and ancient ink.

She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them, her black irises turned into a soft glow of golden light. “You’re not wolfless, Mireya. You’re special,” That word. It feels like I heard Azrael’s voice again. They are saying the same thing which I couldn’t understand. What do they mean by special? “What do you mean, Aurelia? What do you mean by special?” Aurelia’s eyes were now back on its original color…and now she was looking at me all clueless. As if the woman who said I was special wasn’t her. “Special? What do you mean, Mireya?”

AURORA’S POV I closed my eyes and focused on the place I had seen in my memories and tried to teleport there. A few minutes later I had fallen on the ground, drenched in sweat and panting with exertion. My magical powers weren’t enough to penetrate the dark shield. There was only one way now… Teleporting to the sanctuary, I took out ‘The Heart of Magic’. I shivered at the currents of power coursed through me by just holding it.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

the other chipped in. ……..,, The lady standing in front of the mirror could barely recognize herself. With the gown on her body, she was completely transformed. The diamonds were shining so bright and the cloth clung onto her body perfectly revealing her hourglass figure, Aurora was thick and thin in the right places. The way the gown was bare to the back added a bit of a flirty aura and the remaining part of it was flowing on the ground, she looked just like a bride. Malcolm sure used a good amount of fortune to turn her into this fairytale beauty because….wow….

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?