Miraculous Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

"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."

Mira POV I was frozen, completely bewildered. My heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear the rest of their voices. Deep down, I had a hunch about this before, a quiet suspicion gnawing at my thoughts when I started connecting the fragments of everything I’d read and heard. But I had hoped, foolishly hoped, that I was wrong. That it wasn’t true. Yet, here it was, unfolding right before my ears. Lucian was cursed. I pressed my palm to my chest, trying to steady my racing heart.

Yet another fantasy Prologue Legora, the largest capital city in the world. Once one of nine, now there are four. We had lost five cities in the great calamity. Creatures from god knows where poured in from a tear in the earth. A dimensional tear in space and time the men of science called it, but really who the fuck knows? All I know is they were bigger, stronger, looked nothing like us and they outnumbered us hundred to one.

For sure, they now see me as a threat. “My dear, Rebecca… You should become a writer and start writing this fantasy of yours than doing it reality. You’ll die at a very young age for doing what you did.” Mirajane sat beside me. “What you did was reckless.” I looked at her. “I know.” “Really?” I frowned as I shook my head. “No.” “Dumb girl.” She sneered but suddenly giggled. “Well, dumb but at least you get to experience holding his hand and stare at his eyes!”

She turned her heels to the door and walked away as she said, "Think about it. It'd be ashamed to see your hard work come undone just because a dark manifestation gets in your way." # Thousands of Outer Angels appeared in the sky, not to eradicate the world but to assist their Monarch in defeating Abbadon and rescuing Jazmine before Jazmine made an unforgivable mistake. Liam looked at his Luna and wondered how Mira was always one step ahead of everyone as if she could see the future. This wasn't the first time Mira showed her intelligence in dealing with a situation. She had used her intelligence many times. Her ability to deduce the situation, analyze the possible outcomes, and create plans

“The Duke asks that you be ready when the sun rises. He says the light will show you things you need to see.” The Duke. Caelen. The monster she’d spent five years building, brick by brick, cruelty by cruelty. The man whose face she’d never been able to finish writing, whose heart she’d never been able to understand. She didn’t answer, her throat too tight to speak. The door opened anyway, swinging in on hinges that made no sound at all, as if it had been waiting for her to say yes. A maid stood in the doorway, her uniform dark wool, pressed so perfectly there wasn’t a single wrinkle, her apron white as snow. She had a thin white scar cutting through her left eyebrow and down her cheek — exac

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.

“Then let me be with you, Mira! You are the only best for me. From the moment I met you, I have longed for my breath cause you stole them away. My heart had been captivated and sealed in a place where I know not of, big it shall be safe if you handle it with greater care, Mira. Allow me, Mira. To be the man you love. To be the man of your dreams. To be the man who walks you down the aisle. To be the father to this baby, and our other unborn babies if you want any more. This is the only way to make me happy, Mira. To be called your husband, with jurisdiction. Allow me Mira to take this to the very next level. Allow me to fulfill your fantasies.” “I killed them a long time ago. The fantasies.

Look where that got me! I keyed into every little detail, no matter how meaningless, except the very one that mattered. My lover’s ambition. I shook my head, pushing the regrets aside to focus on the man before me. My expression went blank, giving space for the disgust to settle. All the while, I was cosy in my little dark world; species were advancing. Mutating? Because what the hell is this madness? Are wolves blood-crazed as we vampires that they seek to suck blood now? That wasn't the most surprising of it all. This fat girl who looked absolutely harmless and vulnerable in the mirror was not exempted from this madness.

Giving someone false hope is-. "Despicable and evil." I finish for him. "But then again, I only promised I would think about it." Lucy smiles. 'Those odds are good enough for me.' "Then will you come out?" 'How?' Lucy questions with an innocent smile. 'You need to give me permission to leave this place first.' "Oh..." I clear my throat. "Lucy, I release you from the mirror!" The mirror starts glowing in my grip, and I readjust my hands, gasping when I look down at what appears to be a baby demon.