Miraculous Marichat Novels & Stories

She looked up with a warm smile when she saw Mirabella. “Señorita, you’re awake,” Maria said kindly, her accent wrapping around the words like music. “Hungry?” Mirabella’s stomach growled on cue, betraying her. She gave a small, sheepish smile. “Yes… actually, I am.” Maria chuckled softly, as if she had expected that answer. “Good. I made sopa de pollo. Chicken soup, fresh and warm. It will be good for you.” Mirabella’s lips curved into a grateful smile. “Thank you, Maria. That sounds perfect.”

Before anyone did a thing, the woman behind Alpha Milo got up from the wall. Walking towards us, she said, “alright, we have a big ass job to work with. My name is Mara, I’m Marcela’s mother, and Mira is Miracle's mom, I’m going to go on a limb and say you,” she points at my antes body on the bed, “are Miracle?” She nods, a bit frightened.

“Lord, alright. I’ll be strong. This must be the way to get rich, right?” That’s it. I’m Marimar, I grew up near the sea. Near enough, anyway. Maybe even on it! Whatever, there’s water involved! No trial is too hard for me to handle! I can do this! It’s just taking care of someone, after all. Yes, just taking care—good heavens! How did I end up in this situation?

Kinabukasan . Charlotte is waiting with food and some gifts for Ramon Miranda in the prison. A few years ago, he only now visited it. "What brings you here? It's a miracle that you visited me Ms. Capa?" Questioning it. "Correction, Mrs. Carlos" Charlotte said and the food reached the old man. "Aren't you going to poison me Charlotte?" Questioning it. "I wouldn't waste my life for killing someone like you." Charlotte answered him. The old man just laughed and started eating. "Do you know her?" Charlotte and Ely's photo landed in front of Ramon. "Ofcourse, she's a Amira. Are you kidding me?" Laughing at it.

he asked pleasantly, looking at him Mahira was instantly hit with memories of her silly banters with Anuj, her mind wandered off again, ‘what must’ve Anuj thought about me, he must’ve been outraged that I left without bothering to inform anyone, especially if me leaving would have had an impact on Tazz,' her mind got carried to the night on the cruise when he was so angry after the mushroom incident that he couldn’t sleep well, she was sure now Anuj would behave more like an asur when he would meet her next, she shuddered at the thought of becoming the target of his anger, but then again, she relaxed thinking that he would get angry only if Tazz would've been hurt, but looking at how Tazz d

Her name was Merry. Then there was Tita Maureen. She was an old maid and a former beauty queen in the city of Parañaque. She envied her aunt’s long legs and porcelain skin, but wondered why she never got married when she was clearly the prettiest of the siblings? Well… her mom was still prettier, of course. Fourth was Tita Marife, the kindest of them all. She was also pretty and soft-spoken. They had never seen her get angry; she always smiled at everyone. At thirty-eight, Marife was also unmarried.

While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes. I've never seen such a beautiful creature in all of my eighteen years. I have heard of a pack of wolves who have white coats, but I always thought it was a legend—one not even of this realm. It is said that the pack of white wolves have magical powers—able to harness the elements: earth, wind, fire, and water—but only a single element each. Their pups are always born in pairs—twins. But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago.

she began warmly, “shall we begin? You came here to seek answers to your questions, yes… or yes?” She was sweet. Almost grandmotherly, but with that terrifying mystical edge. “Yes,” I said, nodding. “Very correct.” Lady Marisol settled into her armchair with the ease of someone who had lived a thousand years and collected gossip from every century. Her eyes, bright and too knowing, landed on me. “Now then,” she began, folding her hands like a grandmother about to tell a bedtime story that would definitely not help anyone sleep. “Moonfire-borns… rare, feared, and blessed with the gifts of creation and destruction.”

Marlie pronounced with self-assurance as she gazed at her new face of her sister in the mirror. Consumed with sorrow at the thought of her sister's eternal absence while bearing her face, she summoned the strength to steel her heart and fulfill her mission. Indeed! She was Charlie now without a question. She was prepared to embark upon her quest to avenge her sister's death. While scrutinizing her reflection in the mirror, Marlie declared, "Prepare yourself, Chad. You and your family shall endure the consequences of my sister's death! I promise you this with unwavering certainty!" Marlie declared as her eyes were filled with passion for revenge.

Marilynn tried attacking Ann and Finn, her claws glazing Finn’s cheeks “You shouldn’t have done that,” Ann said as she chanted some spells, sending Marilynn flying. She picked her up with her magic, blood coming out of Marilynn’s nose, mouth and eyes. I shifted my attention to Maribelle, who smiled as she whispered some words and the waves became so strong, coming up to land as I shook my head. “I guess this is goodbye,” she said, about conjuring another wave when Micah and Luca lunged at her, ripping her to pieces as she fell on her knees and blood pooled out of her.