Novel & Cerita Miraculous Fan Art

VIVIANA This was too much. First, Alaric appeared out of nowhere. Moon, to be precise. Second, Miracle became a stubborn wolf. Again. She didn’t even flinch. I tried hard. I tried so hard to drag her away, but she locked me inside her mind. I couldn’t even reach her. Third, she snuggled with Moon and burnt his fur. Fourth, Moon showered her with love. And fifth and the drastic one, Miracle suddenly let go of the control and I shifted. Shit.

He sees her as a friend only. “But I don’t love you,” he said, moving away from her. She is not even his type, Lillian is more his type. She is a literal walking goddess, so pretty, with beautiful skin. He tried not to make it too much because she saw him as her little brother and he respects her for that besides his mate is still somewhere out there and he is patiently waiting for her but Mirabel was fuming. How dare he not replicate my love! She waved her hand and a dark flower appeared. Then her eyes glowed as she blew the flower on his face. She watched as he blinked his eyes repeatedly, the dark magic entering his body. Then his eyes glowed gold, and he looked at her and suddenly he was

"Sorry, I have to go. But if you stick around… we can talk later, in the evening." He turned on his heels and disappeared into the canvas tent nestled on the campsite. The kind usually pitched during family wilderness retreats. Inside, it was warm with the scent of firewood and plastic mats. Mira, his nineteen-year-old sister, was hunched over her sketchpad, furiously drawing something dark and intricate. Shadows and smoke. Hollow-eyed creatures with broken wings. A crucifix upside down. Mira lived in a world between nightmares and fascination. She loved the things most people were afraid to whisper about spirits, demons, and exorcisms, rituals.

I started looking at the other mirrors hoping something in them would give me a clue on how to escape this acid trip nightmare. Looking at the mirrors, they were all paintings with me in them. What’s with the Shit Witch and art? Is that her thing, or is she pulling that from my mind? I enjoy art, but this takes it to a fucked up level. Each painting melted away to show me some nightmare scene. Behind the mirror with me as the Mona Lisa was a torture scene of the Shit Witch cutting into Thales, harvesting his organs while he was still alive and screaming. He was screaming for me to save him.

She was just a freelance artist for Skylandia, but the game's pull was no joke. Then, a comment grabbed her attention. [Two million fans, Miss Mora. How about a little something special for us?] 'A giveaway? What would that even look like?' Madeline was stumped and figured she would better ask Yeneth for advice. [Hey, Madeline. How about sketching a character and sharing it with your fans?] [Oh! Piece of cake.] Madeline's followers had initially flocked to her for her enchanting Mandoria-inspired characters. Crafting a new one would surely be the ultimate gift for them.

Xoxo, Your humble Author, Miracle.

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"So you're like... my own personal supernatural Jiminy Cricket?" His smile widened. "If Jiminy Cricket was over six feet tall, hot, and could punch a hole through time and space, then yes. Exactly." I shook my head slowly. "This is insane." "Sweetheart," Mikah said, his tone suddenly softer, more serious. "You're in a world where wolves walk like men and soul bonds tie strangers together. Trust me... I'm the least insane thing you'll have to deal with."

That fvcking hurt. “Every hookup by Aira with a stranger nearly killed him all these years !! He fvcking bore all the pain through the vampiric bond and went through the mental turmoil all by himself, you selfish buffoon !” Micalo bellowed as he created the Dark Arts ‘Net of Capture’.

“ Hypno zone: infinite cube!” A cube the size of a football field materialised around them. “That’s more like it.” Míriel grinned, a green flame covering her hands. “Show me!” Azea raised her hands. “Infinite cube: Copy!” hundreds of Míriels appeared rushing at her. “Interesting. A domain” You mimicked my current form and made more to attack me.” Míriel raised her hand. “Then, how about this?” “Demon flame art: Purga!”