Miraculous Cataclysm Novels & Stories

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

In mid-air, Drake changes from wolf to human. Instead of falling into the water, he hovers just above it. The monsters had already noticed him at this point and have begun their attack. “You all are just a bunch of nobodies compared to my new powers!” Drake says with a beastly smile on his face. “Let’s see what power I should use?” At the same time, a few high-powered water balls came flying at him. He quickly dodges them and even manages to deflect a couple of them flying back. He smiles to himself, “Guess I’ll try using lightning. I want to see them fry.” Drake puts his right hand up and raises the necessary power for lightning. As the monsters are just about to tackle him lightnin

That was raw, terrifying power. The near-miss finally shocked his system into compliance. “I’ve got it! Mirage, activate!” A shimmer, like heat haze, rippled out from him. The advancing monsters stumbled, their glowing red eyes scanning empty space. Confused, they turned away, lurching after the retreating NPCs instead. “Three minutes,” Kiera gasped, not wasting a second. She grabbed Jax’s collar and ran.

Alpha Isaac would kill him and destroy his pack if I didn’t do what he wanted. Either way I had no choice. Maya looked sad for me but there was nothing she or anyone could do for me now. I was for it. The moon goddess sure did have some messed up plans for me. What did I ever do to deserve such rotten bad luck? I knew I should have listened to the alphas rules. No harm would have come to my mate if I had never met him, now I was going to have his blood on my hands. Perhaps I did deserve to die for my actions.

wrongness. "There," she whispered. "It's not on the beach. The true Darius—he's not even fighting." The realization hit them simultaneously. While everyone fought the duplicates, the real threat was elsewhere, drawing power from their distraction. Miranda began gathering specific artifacts—a crystal that seemed to pulse with moonlight, a dagger with runes etched along its blade, a small vial of what looked like liquid darkness. "We'll need these," she said. "Weapons that exist between states, just like a Mystic."

She would never understand this family’s cutthroat methods. Patricia was the only innocent one among the three, but she dreaded to think about what might happen once Greg and Christian tainted her mind with manipulative teachings. “Of course not,” Camille said quietly. “My loyalty remains tied to your family.” “Good. Then you’ll have no problem doing this little mission for me, right?” Christian said, his voice turning chipper. Which only meant that bad news was coming, Camille dreaded. “What is it?” “I want you to get close to Michael McGregor.”

Their eyes met across the battlefield. “You’re too late,” Mira called, her voice echoing like thunder. “The storm is mine. The world will be reborn—free from Council lies, free from Vein shackles. Free of weakness.” “You’re the only one shackled!” Aria shouted back. “By your obsession. Your pain!” “I’m beyond pain,” Mira said, stepping down from the altar as the core above it began to spin, forming a vortex of silver and black. “I’ve become what we were meant to be!”

Catastrophic. The Hierarch screams. Not a sound of pain, but of utter, cosmic violation. Her silver mask cracks like eggshell. Her eyes, wide with ecstatic greed a moment before, bulge with incomprehension and terror. The pure, complex agony of the land – the weight of Arthur’s sacrifice, the grief of centuries – collides with the searing, redeeming pain of Kieran’s love inside her fragile, power-mad psyche. It’s an antitoxin to her ambition, a poison to her control. Her form distorts. The corrupted Mirror shard in her hand flares blindingly bright, then implodes with a silent, devastating concussion.

Miracle's worried gaze paused, her heart sinking when she saw the three friends who stopped by their house yesterday. 'Jordan? Didn't we tell you not to come?' she muttered inwardly as if he could hear her voice. Just when she was about to leap over to the blue ring, Arlyaen caught her foot and hurled her back to the ground in a single try. "Give me your pearl!" He scowled, his eyes hungry with greed. Miracle coughed up blood, the metallic tang lingering in her mouth as she wiped the crimson streak from her lips. A low growl rumbled in her throat, fury burning through her veins. She knew it was time to let the beast out despite being in the presence of mortals.

He asked clearly in a choked voice "I bet your Conjugate will not be pleased!, and I'll have you know our magic was perfectly fine until you came along mutant!" Steam rolled off her and right there and then she wished she could throttle him and leave his body in the dust. "I don't know what you're fucking playing at" she said angrily "but fix this mess now!, New Fall is not part of the town we were supposed to friggin visit!, not to mention it is odd enough that we stand here looking like crap from a non-existent century, but can you get your damn Golems to act normal!"