Miraculous Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life owing someone else for keeping me alive. Sofia shook her head. “That is not our way.” I frowned. “What does that mean?” She hesitated. “Any female who joins the Raining Pack has three months to choose a mate.” “A mate?” She nodded. “And once you choose one, he supports you. You will be well looked after.” She smiled. My fingers tightened around the blanket. Choose a mate? I had only just got rid of one. I didn’t want another. “I don’t want a mate.”

*** ‎Killian I claw at my chest, pain ripping through me as I sink into the seat, letting out a low, restrained growl. The curse is consuming me—I doubt I can hold it back much longer. According to the prophecy, only one person can heal me and break my curse. My mate. I've met her once. That unforgettable night. I may not remember what she looked like, but the warm, tender, healing touch of her delicate hands is unforgettable. With one touch, she eased my curse that night and silenced my 684 years of endless wakefulness. If I hadn't gotten carried away by that moment of peace and pleasure, I wouldn't have woken to find her gone.

That’s what made this whole thing even stranger. I raised a brow. “How’s that even possible? How can she imprint if the Moon never meant for her to have anyone?” Maximus met my eyes, then shrugged. “Don’t know,” he admitted. “Maybe the Moon’s giving her a break. She’s been through hell. Maybe... this is her reward.” Could be. He wasn’t wrong. “Could be,” I echoed. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing the Moon’s ever done.” Maybe Mirabelle had been holding onto hope this whole time. Hoping the Moon had more for her than just duty and heartbreak. Hoping there was still someone out there who’d see her—really see her—and love her like she deserved.

Her mother fussed over her while her father set down bags of expensive gifts. For the first time in a long time, Mia felt like a normal teenage girl again—shopping, going out with her parents, sleeping in her luxurious bed. But no matter how much she tried to distract herself, she couldn’t stop thinking about Obsidian Crescent, the war, the spirits, and the Reflection Game. One night, she woke up sweating, her heart racing. She had dreamt of a dark figure whispering her name, standing behind a mirror. When she looked at her own mirror, it was cracked.

Because I knew exactly who the story was about. The professor was tall. Wore black. Had “cut glass eyes” and a “disdain for fools.” He drank black coffee and corrected grammar in love letters. The girl was nineteen. She sat in the front row. Always stayed late. Bit her lip when nervous. Her thighs were “soft and trembled when she came.” It was her. It was Mira. She’d written a fantasy. About me. About me taking her. ⸻

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

"I want you to be honest with everything you want me to do with your body, if you want, you can even make a bucket list and I will do my best to fulfill them. Anāl, role playing, BDSM, anything you want to try." Miracle became a sputtering mess and she opened and closed her mouth, unable to form a word, and her face was starting to blush a beautiful red. "Can you please tone down your words because you get me speechless everytime." She finally said, looking flabbergasted as hell.

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

“The mist read her mind and acted accordingly. Snow White might have sensed this change, and that’s why she guided Kian to where the space had collided, creating a sort of portal in that mist.” The three of us stayed silent for a while, comprehending the situation and how it actually made sense. “Faith can do miracles. Never underestimate the power of faith. When it can create a force as divine as god, the reality you so desire might just be around the corner. And one more thing, son. If she was your luna in the future you saw, then it’s important for you to keep your alpha title, Alpha Kian.” King placed his hand on Kian’s shoulder.

Here comes the question! “I want to be something majestic! Like the last boss or something. Something that make people stare at you in awe when you appeared.” I rambled. My request sounded preposterous. If I wanted to be the last boss I might as well be a demon king, but in the novel “The Villainness is My Lover”, there’s this one character called Aiden Mikael, an angel trascended from heaven who was in love with the second female lead, the kind and cheerful girl, Rosaria.