Miraculous Hero の小説・ストーリー

I looked in the direction he was looking to see the girl from yesterday. “Dear pack members, I am grateful to have all of you present here on such short notice.” He said. His loud voice echoed through the backyard. “This girl, Miracle, our Beta’s younger daughter, has committed a crime.” He looked at her as he said that, “She tried to play with the mate bond created by our Moon Goddess, and when she didn’t have it her way, she tried to kill my mate with the silver dagger here.” He accused, motioning for a warrior beside the girl who I now know was named Miracle, who showed him a dragger.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

That person truly deserved their surprise and admiration as it was going for a year now when the Blessed Organizations is built halfway-through. They were pleasantly surprise but more felt shock but felt more relieved, at least, one of the so called saviours of mankind helped them, a pitiful Hero who only gets their ability by the rain. The guy with a scar on his tanned but big face which look exactly like the leader of the heroes who came to rescue, opened and swipe something in his watch resulting for a virtual screen to appear in front of his eyes and also for the Heroes members sight. Name: Marcus Nelle Age: 30 years old

Then— an explosion erupted across the eastern ridge. Silver fire burst into the sky. Council soldiers were thrown backward violently. Everyone turned sharply. A woman stood in the center of the destruction. Dark braided hair. Nightfall leathers. Silver resonance crackling uncontrollably around her arms. Lucien recognized her instantly. “…Mira.” Mira Vale looked down at her glowing hands in horror. “I didn’t do that…” But the resonance around her intensified anyway. Seraphine froze beside Althea. For the first time since arriving at Nightfall—

Then they moved forward, carrying Mira and our newborn toward the mansion. “Will she be alright?” I mumbled as the head of the healers laid her back to her bed, checking on her pulse. The others were already carrying warm water to clean her body and stop the bleeding. “It’ll take her a long time to fully recover,” the healer then whispered lowly after taking some time to observe her condition. “Actually, what happened in the ritual site was a miracle for all of us. We witnessed something so powerful and impossible to think for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain this, Alpha.”

He knelt on the ground right away, ready to greet Cacus inside the magical mirror. “Rise! There’s no need to be so courteous.” Before the Cardinal could respond, he was interrupted by a mythical voice emanating from the magic mirror. At first glance, the voice appeared to be coming from right beside his ear, but then it also appeared to be coming from the sky. A figure appeared in the magic mirror at the same time. His figure was similar to the sacred body in the Pyreforge Atelier, though it was illusory, and his facial features couldn’t be seen clearly.

“Liam is a bully. I don’t like bullies.” “Mhm,” he rose to his feet and moved to stand near the wall of greenery. “You are a hero.” “Me?” I was astonished. “Oh, no. That’s Tarragon. She’s the hero. I’m just… me.” “No,” he turned back and offered me his hand. His palm was warm and calloused against mine and his arm strong as he lifted me to my feet. He smiled down at me and reached out to stroke a lock of my hair that had fallen free of its braid back behind my ear. “You are a hero. Every villain needs a hero, and you’re mine, Daethie. I think it’s safe for us to get out of here. What do you think?”

As soon as she stepped on to the stone beside her, her head became heavy. As if she was about to fall down. Her mind began to picture some events she never seen before or went before. She saw herself in this same place filled with peoples who was praising her as the mighty hero. And the next exact moment the people she saw praising her vanished and only human bones remained. She saw herself covered in blood and dust. Her eyes were raining water drops like it was endless. The same exact moment she fell on her knees moaning in pain and there after she screamed by saying.

She turned to see Zach leaning against a pillar, his arms crossed, that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. "Ugh, not now," Rita groaned, her voice thick with congestion. "Aw, is the little witch under the weather?" Zach rolls up his sleeve, revealing faint scars along his inner arm. "Vampire blood can cure most supernatural ailments. But it’s a two-way street. You’d have to trust me enough to drink it." "Back off, leech." Derek’s voice cut through the hallway like a blade. He stepped between them, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp.

Her nostrils flared and jaw clenched. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I'll get you back for this," she claimed loudly and stomped her way out of the ground. . . . . _____ . . . ."Minahil what happened? Have you swapped the party and now you are a companion to the angels because the descendant of Devil like you can't be happy over the success of her enemy." "Who said he is going to win?" Minahil sniggered whilst turning to face Yara.