Miraculous Ladybug Volpina Novels & Stories

Sandy then decides to say what had actually happened. Sandy: Mirabel Antonio . shes one of the greatest witches we have in Lotun. Mirabel is the only child of late Caprio and Lucy Antonio. it was said that her parents were the greatest witches but they were killed and no one knew that Mirabel had powers so she wasn't attacked. Mirabel is calm and so sweet you wouldn't believe she has that much power.

Igho asked, curiosity getting the better part of her. "Tell me her I*******m handle lemme follow her abeg" Ima said quickly bringing her phone out. "You don't have to worry about that cause she's in this room" "Ehn?" Igho and Ima said at the same time. I almost laughed. "Well it's Lola here" Aunty Jojo giggled giving me a side hug which I accepted shyly. "It's a lie!" Ima said wide eyed. I laughed softly. "It's true o" Laila chirped.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Vaste nodded. "So good-looking that all of the women villagers, including myself, want to marry him; he has those sparkly light lemon yellow colored eyes, lengthy wavy black ebony hair, perfect tanned skin, and oh oh I almost forgot his sexy muscular body," Vaste blushes placing her two wings on her hot cheeks while holding a hairbrush. "Really?" Arabelle inquired, "but how did he become such a terrible creature?" Ulula responded, "The Guardian Mirabela cursed him!" The room fell silent for a moment.

"Wow, Mum.. This looks nice," Mirabelle said, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she tried to catch a glimpse of what Regina was making. Peering over the pot, she soon realized she couldn't see through the steam and ingredients. Determined to get a better look, she looked around the kitchen for a stool and spotted one tucked away in a corner. With a mischievous smile, she pulled it over and began to climb up, being mindful of her mother's warning to be careful not to fall.

The scent of healing herbs and antiseptic filled the air, but something else too—familiarity. Lying on one of the cots was a girl—no more than sixteen—with amber eyes that mirrored mine. She sat up, startled by our approach. “This is Mira,” Lily said softly. “She came in from the border last night. One of the surviving hybrids. Her mother was a witch… but she defected. Tried to save others before the battle. Mira’s all that’s left.” The girl looked at me like I was a myth. Her lips trembled. “You’re the one who stopped it all?”

Then, to me: "And Lumira? Try the lobster. It's poisoned with a mild paralytic that builds magical resistance. Consider it a preview of our work together." He walked away. The hostess scrambled to hold the door. Then he was gone, leaving behind a table of stunned students and the scent of ozone. Dahlia turned to me. Her face was pale. "Mira," she whispered. "Did he just say the lobster is poisoned?" I looked down at my plate. The lobster sat there, glistening with butter, looking innocent and delicious. I picked up my fork. "Then we'd better eat fast," I said. "Before the paralysis kicks in."

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

He smiled at Miranda, who added to Milo. “It was ball because she became friends with Council Precious. She learned there was a way for Sally to be turned into a Lycan after all, the blue rose. But when I learned I went into labor, Milo was the only one around to help me deliver my little Miracle. Still, others around us wanted what Sally found out; she promised them they too could be Lycan’s, but during our imprisonment, I learned something that Council Precious carelessly spoke out loud. She must have believed I was knocked out from the beating.”

“She could throw me across the yard without much effort.” Vincent leaned forward. “Have you wondered if she might be something else?” “The monster as she called it?” “It’s much more complicated than the monster,” Vincent replied. “You see, Mira was born as a werewolf. At least that was what she told me. Then, she became Damien’s slave. You know he loved doing experiments and all those weird things to his slaves. Mira was one of those results from his experiments but the only one who survived.” “Are you saying she’s a result from an experiment?”