Miraculous Characters Novels & Stories

Chapter Eighty-One: The Punisher Hawkins' POV Seeing Miracle fulfill her vengeance after years of suffering was satisfying to say the least. She's always had a good heart despite everything she's been through and that is why I admire and love her. She remained calm, lovely and kind no matter how much the people around her treated her like shīt.

“Miracle is the name you were denied by people who made mistakes and others who never had good intentions. If you let your soul be consumed by hate, then you will stay right where you are, and nobody can do a thing about it.” Miracle looked back at my mom to shout, “That’s right, you were the reason my life was worth only being bullied! You weren’t a Luna you were a bully! And you showed Marcela the same ways that led to built in me the hate I’m now showing!” My mom looked at me, confused, which I clarified before Miracle's anger took over. “I chose Alpha Stan as my mate. And it wasn’t till we swapped souls with the moon goddess that we found out who was our fated mates. I said I was sorry.

MIRA'S POV:- "The powers she just used were exactly like the powers Fredrick possessed. And Mira was gifted her powers by the late Mr and Mrs MacCarthy. And everyone in this courtroom knows that Fredrick's powers were nothing like his parents. He was different. He was a hybrid. And the main reason why I am called in this courtroom. Mrs Mira MacCarthy, that is what I would call her after knowing the fact that she is pregnant with Mr Fredrick MacCarthy's child." I gasped loudly as I heard what that old man said in the end. My eyes moistened up as I covered my mouth with my palm.

Yes, accept it. At some point, you are going to have to accept that there are words like faith, like hope and that there are even those things that they are calling miracles. Yet there are people; some might call them beings that play with the lives of others in their hands. This, my dear Mirabelle will be an evil that will come for us. But my love. I can now honestly say that this evil, you should stay at bay. You might think you are going to tear Mirabelle and me apart, where in fact, you will only bringing us stronger and closer towards each other.

“Ok, I think we need to- before I could finish the sentence, I felt this glow surrounding my body. Before I could finish the sentence, I felt this glow surrounding my body and Cordell pulled me from his grip, pushing me back a few meters. The glow was turning blue. I feel myself standing on two feet. The sound of lighting appears then the wind blow I could feel the heat raiding through my body. I could not bear it no more. I howl to where it became deadly. Finally everything stops, when it was over I could see everyone bow in submission. “ Xyla what have we done?” “ I don’t know Mileena, but I feel our bodies are different. We are a lot stronger now the moon goddess has graced us with her gi

I closed my mouth, frustrated. "Those who exist on Polonias are human just as we are. Or," he shrugged. "In my case, once was. The magical creatures that dwell in Polonias are the same as the magical creatures you've seen here and in Sharra. They are part of the seven magics. But here's the cool part." "Cool?" That wasn't the word I'd use. Freaky. Weird. Effing terrifying. Those words were a better fit. "The seven magics are part of Earth, but they also exist everywhere. And Polonias used the magics from - "

Mira opened her eyes slowly, the first thing that came to her mind was if the dream was finally over, and she is back at her bed in her mum's house, but when her eyes was finally opened she realized that non of it was a dream, she had even forgotten the actual dream she had in her coma, she sat up slowly and noticed that she felt no pain of sure, like nothing actually happened to her, she smiled at the feeling, she felt healthy and strong, "this people have a special treating aid here, they should share it with humans" she thought as she completely sat upright and laid her back on the pillow.

“Family. Love. Purpose. Those don’t change no matter how powerful we become.” “Speaking of which,” Mira said, suddenly sounding like a normal teenager instead of a cosmic entity. “Can we please stop talking about destiny and just have dessert? I’m starving and Atlas ate all the good pastries at breakfast.” “I did not! You did!” “Did not!” “Did too!” We laughed at the twins bickering, at their ability to be profoundly cosmic and completely normal within minutes of each other. That was the real miracle. Not the power. Not the destiny. But the ability to remain themselves despite everything. To be human (or wolf) even while touching the divine.

--- The first figure appeared at the edge of the silver flowers. She was young, perhaps seventeen, with dark hair and a faded Academy uniform that had not been worn in decades. Her eyes were closed, her face peaceful, and she was translucent—not quite solid, not quite a ghost. A memory given form. Seren's breath caught. "That's Mira. She was a candidate. The network took her in the third year of the loop. She was one of the first." The figure—Mira—opened her eyes. They were not hollow. They were bright, aware, and they fixed on Seren with an expression of profound gratitude.

But slowly, carefully, they began to believe. And once they believed, they flourished. Mira's power manifested as the manipulation of shadow—she could darken rooms, create illusions, and move through darkness as if it were a physical pathway. Cara's power was sound—she could amplify whispers to shouts, silence entire rooms, and hear conversations from impossible distances. Together, they were formidable. And they were inseparable.