Miraculous Characters Novels & Stories

"There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—" I gasp. "Succubi?" "Yeah. You know—women who seduce men. There's also the other way around. Men who can make any woman fall for them. Some people are actually immune to those powers, though." She studies me for a second. "Rare people." "Oh." I shake my head, trying to clear it. "What else?" "Lots more." "That's a lot to take in," I whisper. Alice pats my back, but doesn't say anything.

Marcus Vale, my old guardian, stepped through a dimensional portal wearing impossible armor made of crystallized memories. "Marcus?" I gasped. "But you are mortal. You cannot travel dimensions." "Was mortal," he corrected. "Until Luna's mother offered me a choice. Stay mortal and safe, or transform into something that could help when you needed it most." He gestured to the portal behind him. "I brought friends." Through the opening came an army that defied description. Not just warriors, but concepts given form. Justice, Mercy, Courage, Hope—abstract forces that had chosen to manifest as defenders.

"Your Highness...?" Sua turned her head quickly. Instantly, her body tensed. Rai, who had just been helping her, now stood rigidly a few paces behind. Around the man's body, a purplish-blue circle of light had formed, slowly converging into layered seals. Fine chains of light wrapped around him from his feet to his shoulders. From the center of the earth, a spirit pillar shaped like an ancient symbol glowed, siphoning the energy from the surroundings. Rai gritted his teeth. "This... is a spirit trap!" he said, struggling to move.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

She looked at Sieg and said, "Sieg, if you don't speak, no one will mistake you for mute." Sieg looked at her with more mockery on his face. The next moment, he turned to the young man beside him, "Caspian, see that? Your brother has a woman by his side now." Caspian's facial features indeed bore some resemblance to Hanley, but he lacked the refinement that Hanley possessed. Instead, due to his long eyes, he looked somewhat effeminate. He heard Sieg's words and cast a casual glance at Candice before pausing, "His taste is not bad."

Just now did Charlando notice the little names at the lower part of the compartments, with names of different supernatural monsters, including, Dark-gold Pythons, Greenback Direwolf, Dark-scaled Rhinoceros, and so forth. "That old person Simpkin sure has large chunk of change to toss around. Reproducing a mixture? That is over the top! Mana doesn't exist any longer, and the magi are not faring any better. How might you make mixtures without mana?" considered old Tom as he shook his head unremittingly. "Then, at that point, shouldn't something be said about this thing?" Charlando waved around an enormous, fixed bamboo compartment that was very nearly a meter long. Hints of streaming fluid cou

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.

If anyone was strong enough to pull off the shift of power and stop souls from passing over to the afterlife, it was Mira. He just hoped that she didn't lose her own soul in the process. Too many Light Oracles have tried and failed in the past. But one has never been quite as unique as Mira by being part Light Oracle and Lycan. MIRA lowered herself onto the surface, she knelt beside Clohe and picked her head up off the ground, and she breathed life back into her. A white mist departed from Miras' lips and it entered Clohes' mouth. Within seconds, Clohe sucked in one deep breath before her jaw fell open and a flutter of black butterflies exited her mouth.

The scene is very chaotic and heart-wrenching as blood-curdling screams resonated throughout the entire place. In the Majika World, Mages and Black Wizards help each other defeat the flesh-eating demons and monsters that suddenly appeared. The young child, Mirai, together with Regit and the legendary snake Armani, leads the armies bravely to defeat the flying demons and monsters. Because of the spellbook that Luna gave to Mirai, she became the most powerful mage in the entire Majika World. However, death is inevitable this time because they can’t save everyone all at once. Demons and monsters were way too many, and they were outnumbered tenfold. Extreme fear assailed everyone and almost gave

“Send the word. We fall back only if Aria falls.” Then she turned and unleashed a blizzard from her palms, freezing a dozen cultists in place before dashing forward to shatter them into ash. --- At the spire, Mira climbed the twisted stone using her claws and momentum. She was fast—faster than any other wolf in the allied packs—but the magic radiating from the spire slowed her like wading through a river of tar. She reached a ledge just below the summit and found herself staring into the breach. It wasn’t a gate, not in the traditional sense. It was a tear in the fabric of the world, held open by the spire and the lives of those sacrificed on the ritual pillars. Souls swirled within it—screa