Miraculous Marinette Akumatized Novels & Stories

Blood gushed out from the wound and I fell on the ground, limping. Liam attacked but the giant enemy rammed him straight against a tree. He let out a loud yelp, and I immediately moved to my feet to get the beast away from him, but he was so incredibly strong that the five Gammas around him were sent flying as he tackled them. He glared at me with his crimson eyes, with his saliva dripping on his mouth. I thought I had seen this before. A hybrid? I looked for more signs but didn't see anything that made him look like a vampire as well. I noticed that the dark paint on the side of his belly was like a handprint.

Her eyes glowed blood-red. “…were my mate.” Lucian froze. Amara’s heart shattered. And behind the older Amara— an army of dead wolves began rising from the ruins of the first world.

And I am you’’ ---- On the mount Miragin, Zaru is still there holding his head in pain, his distress didn’t leave him and just worsen up, and together with him, Lux fierre in his newborn human form bawling, they both appears to have been inflicted with the same curse. The minim, Imimu-Zaru, Lord over memories and the past, is fighting against a curse that eats up memory of the before. He enters a closed-door war, facing up an invisible enemy and his mind is the battlefield.

A little bit surprised but he didn't look back as he already felt his presence, he knew who it was. "Marek!," Lucian said as he couldn't hide the smile that crept in on his face. Marek is one of Lucian's childhood best friends and also his beta, unlike Lucian's perfect physique, Marek could also pass for a handsome man, he's a blonde hair guy with a round face and cherry full lips. five months back Keres invaded the neighboring village, the hometown of Marek. [Keres are death spirit, though they do not cause people to die they waited for people to die so they could feed on their flesh] Anywhere those ominous spirit stays it becomes erie, cold, and full of wraith.

she shouted at the malevolent glare. Miracle rushed over and struck the opponent before it could defend itself. She unleashed a powerful beam of fire at the malevolent entity. Green slime splattered onto her face. But no, her attack wasn't working. She kneed the wicked creature to the ground and continued blasting flames into its chest. Within seconds, its body began to burn, yet the demonic soul within remained unscathed. Before her heterochromic eyes, she watched as the evil spirit transformed into a glaucous wisp and escaped with the wind.

The elders yelled over each other's voices while the rest of the non-vampires watched them. Marinette closed her eyes and let her dark nature enfold her. From her body exploded dark energy and shadows, snuffing out the lights and blocking the light of the moon from getting in. Everywhere went silent with a thick fear, so solid a knife wouldn't be able to penetrate through. Never had they seen such in their entire lives. The shadows and shadow demons flew around them, cackling and giggling, some shouting the cries of the dead. Marinette stood tall in the air in her true form, a legless damsel with death in her hair, and poison in the tip of her tongue. Her pale bluish-white skin glowed in the

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

The thing shrieked and disappeared beneath the surface in a spray of black water. “Move!” Fabian hauled Amon up. “Both of you, move!” We stumbled across the rest of the bridge and collapsed on solid ground. My head was spinning. My thoughts felt sluggish, like I was thinking through water. “What was that?” I gasped. “Class C Mesmer.” Miranda was checking Amon’s leg where the thing had grabbed him. The skin was pale and bloodless, with marks that looked like sucker wounds. “You’re lucky Fabian moved fast. Another few seconds and you’d both be in that stream.”

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.