Miraculous Au Novels & Stories

I chuckled softly as she said that. "Mr. Troy nice to meet you again," "Same here," we exchanged handshake. "Miss Aurora is recovering fast, she should be able to resume work next week," "You did well Miss. Let me give you a little something," "You don't need to," "Of course, I do," I gave her some money on purpose to make Aura jealous. "This is too much sir," "It's nothing, take it," "Thank you so much for this. I should be on my way now."

Mira asked, since the woman was friendly it won't kill to ask all her questions now "It's can only be produced in our world that's why" she replied "Ohh" Mira replied "Here look at yourself" the lady carried the huge mirro by the other end of the huge hospital room she was in Mira turned and looked at herself, her cheeks looked colourful, her eyes looked clear and not stressed, her skin color was brighter and not pale "wow" Mira smiled "how are you able to carry that heavy thing like it's nothing?" she asked "That's how our kind is, we are hundreds percent stronger than humans, faster and have other few abilities" Aunt Sarafina said

I nod and she sees me looking at myself in the mirror. "You know Arlo doesn't see a cancer patient when he looks at you. If you need help you have friends to help you get through whatever you decide. Model Perfect has you under contract but if you can't fulfill their expectations does it even really matter? Why don't you model for someone else?"

I stepped from the circle and went to the full-length mirror. The most noticeable difference was my eyes. The irises kept changing color. One second they were gold, the next they were green. The longer I stared in the mirror the more colors I saw, including blue, brown, red, silver, and indigo. "The seven magics," I whispered, understanding dawning on me. "That's right." He stood so I could see his reflection in the mirror. "Not only that, but look." He turned me around so that I had to look over my shoulder to see my back.

Arthur shouted. “Well, I was healing Rah and Ajax back there, who, by the way, was left for dead by your men. No one was tending to your best friend, you should know that. And then I felt an electric jolt in my head. I had almost healed Rah and Ajax, when you fell, and the force that I felt in my head, it, kind of, did something to me that moment. I think it hit the reset on my magic at that moment and I became visible,” Mila shrugged as she brushed the dust off Arthur’s hair. Arthur raised his eyebrows at this.

“We do not know what her plan is. As we should all know by now, Alexa practices dark magic. She is after a certain ring called The Aurora's Seal, and that seal is currently in the hands of Mira.” Another wave of whispers rose, this one followed by question marks. “Mira?” “Which Mira?” “Is he talking about Mirabel?” “Yes, I'm talking about Mirabel, the librarian.” He paused. “My mate.” Surprised gasps filled the air, disbelief crawling into every person's face. “Mirabel was your mate?” Vara demanded.

And there, at the center of it all – Aurora. She wore simple ceremonial robes of pure white, adorned only with subtle healing runes along the hem. Her honey-brown hair fell loose around her shoulders, catching the light from the skylight above. She looked ethereal, untouchable. And soon, she would no longer be mine. Mira Silverbranch intercepted me before I could approach the ceremonial circle. "Alpha Blackwood," she murmured, low enough for only my enhanced hearing to catch. "I've prepared a strong contestation. We can delay this for moons, perhaps even years."

He could be the King the legends promised. "The girl... is not a 'thing' to let go of," Lucas gasped, his mental form flickering. He saw a memory of Audrey—not the Queen, but the girl in the peach dress, her eyes full of a defiant fire even as she scrubbed the floors. "She is the only thing that's real in this house of mirrors!" Back in the physical world, Audrey saw the silver light beginning to crack. She realized the ritual was working—not by killing Solari, but by forcing him to experience the Weight of Humanity.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

Who? The door creaked open, and Mira slipped in, balancing a small tray with a steaming mug and a plate of what looked like thick, savory soup. She kicked the door shut with her heel, her face etched with worry under the remnants of last night's makeup. 'Take this—it'll help with the hangover,' Mira said softly, handing over the tray. She wiped her hands on her rumpled dress, hovering as Aurelia sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around her waist.