Miraculous Carapace Novels & Stories

The creature crawled around on its belly, dragging its slender form around the table and shaking off icy crystals with every movement. Gods, it looked so fragile. Now that its tail had unfurled, she could see it was bigger, or at least longer, than she had initially thought, but even then, it was scarcely as long as her arm from fingertip to elbow including the flexible tail now swiping from left to right. Its scales were so small she could hardly tell where each individual one began and ended, all of them an almost translucent blue-tinged white that shimmered under the torchlight’s flickering illumination. There was a shifting light underneath them, too, that reminded her of a frozen waterf

Evan and Becky stood at the arbour’s entrance. The light emanating from the portal grew brighter as something moved through the portal itself and materialized there. When the light dimmed, the arbour they now overcrowded it with a black bear standing there on four paws with a knapsack clutched between his teeth. “Gemma, remove the mirror quickly. There’s no room in here for anything else to come through.”

“This Goddess happens to be lacking entertainment for the few days to come.” The Gift of that giant who belonged to the Kapre species was the red barrier that he could conjure to surround him on all sides. Ley had so much trouble dealing with it because every time a shield break, another take its place in a matter of seconds. The headache was real considering that the enemy could definitely conjure the shield several more times.

The words had already been said to this point. The people around looked at the man standing in the center again. Carl turned slightly, lifted his fair hand, and looked casual, but there was a kind of pressure around him that was hard to ignore. Facing the so-called immortal sect magic weapon that Elder Mystic Vale mentioned, he didn't even try to dodge. He just put his hand right on it. Actually, that was a mirror that could show the true forms of all kinds of monsters in the world. As long as you put your hand on it, no matter how deep your skills were, everything would be exposed.

“Cover your nose, Tempest. Goddess, I don’t think it’s healthy to be in such a closed space…” “No, wait, Archer!” I fought him when he tried to push me aside. “It’s a little farther in. I need to get there…” “Tempest, NO!” He reached for my arm, but I slipped past him and almost ran to the spot I wanted. Right in front of me rose a solid carapace so black it could’ve been obsidian. Almost three meters. Concave. Sharp. Dangerous. Worse, the black was smeared with a reddish slime clinging to it.

The Skarn staggered, but the black glass armor held. I stood at the edge of the tree line, my surgical mind tearing the creature's anatomy apart. The beast had no eyes and no visible respiratory vents. It was not breathing oxygen. It was drawing the Elder resonance directly from the soil through the microscopic pores in its chitin. It was a closed biological circuit. "Killian!" I shouted over the chaos, broadcasting my voice through the mate bond. "Blunt force is not going to breach the carapace. The armor is a kinetic sink. It absorbs the impact to protect a highly pressurized internal core."

Below, the sea crashed like an ancient beast remembering its rage. “Are you ready?” Malthea whispered as they reached the stone gate. Cassie looked at her son, then at her husband. “Yes. We seal this. Forever.” The Mural. It wasn’t just a carving. It was alive. Stretching fifty feet tall, the ancient mural depicted eyes—thousands of them—crying black water. Beneath the mural pulsed a mirrored pool, rippling though no wind stirred it. The Mirror Heart slept beneath that water. It looked like nothing and everything all at once. A shimmer. A soul. A sorrow.

The Mirrorborn queen was flung in the opposite direction, her silver-lit body flickering like a broken lantern. In the chaos, Maelor stood untouched. His arms spread as though in welcome, the glow from his fractured skin pulsing in rhythm with the claw. The thing forcing its way through the mirror was neither beast nor god but something beyond comprehension. The claw shimmered with translucent flesh, its talons the size of spires. Each tap against the floor carved canyons into the sanctum stone.

"They were not originally kings in our world, although one went on to be. The two kings were rulers over the creatures that inhabit Pro Speculuorum. The creatures, very human in appearance, are called Miraculum, it means 'object of wonder,' named as such by humans who were captivated by these beautiful and mysterious creatures, looking upon them with fascination. See Cooper, when human beings look in a mirror, they hope to see the best, most ideal, version of themselves looking back. The Miraculum are this ideal, they are the best possible reflection of humans, a seemingly perfect version. They are beautiful creatures to behold, intriguing in their mystery and charm, charismatic smile and ey

Dike requested that he be in the middle of the line so that those behind him can hold him from falling out of their given path. Emeka’s mouth can clearly show some whitish stuff that is stained from the milk he just took. The milk is said to nullify the effect of spells and poisons and it was administered to Emeka so that he could recover from the effect of his earlier encounter in the land of ‘Don’t look up’. The impact on his health was nothing compared to the fact that he just became the first person to see the un-seeable and lived. His achievement may lead to a chieftaincy title as the first to see the un-seeable. The use of mirrors was also established as a means of seeing these strange