Miraculous Ml Novels & Stories

Maxwell shouted, rushing past Halcyon and to his older brother, but he stopped short in his tracks when the pointed gun shifted from Vivian to himself. "W-What are you doing, Malachi? It's me, Maxwell, your little brother-" "-I know who you are, loser. But don't take another step closer; You've picked your side, now stay on it. I can't afford to let this woman die right now, she's my only ally." And with that, the gun returned to pointing to Vivian who scoffed at the absurdity of this situation. "I'm the Mirror Witch, boy. My specialty is mirrors and everything related to them. So, if you point a gun at me and all you see is yourself, then who are you shooting? Me? Or yourself?"

Once the magus returns, there will be no hiding the fact that not only is my belly no longer round, but that my nest has a new little inhabitant. “What am I going to do with you, little one?” I sigh, placing a hand on her still-warm shell. She blinks at me. Only the light isn’t the dim glimmer I experienced with her siblings; it’s more of a bright flash that makes me blink as I see a dark afterimage. “You have quite the spark, Miracle,” I say, the name I’ve already given her in my heart, “But my eyes are sensitive. Maybe less glow next time.”

Information is power. "Gogo’s remedies are strong," she said vaguely, keeping her pace even. Derek hummed, studying her sidelong. "Must be some powerful herbs. What did she use? Moonroot? Silverthorn?" "A little of everything," Rita deflected, forcing a smile. "Witchcraft and home remedies, you know?" Derek’s gaze lingered, but he didn’t push further. "Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better. Library tonight? I found something you might like."

“You did it. You sent him to the moon. I saw him there... just now. I had a vision.” Of course she did. Mirabelle had always kept her sight. The Moon favored her that way—blessed her, even though she chose a mate. Most oracles lost their gift when they bonded. But not Mirabelle. If anything, she was having more visions than ever. I looked toward the bed and saw Percival—clothed now, breathing steady. My brows furrowed. “Is he…?” “He’s fine,” Mirabelle said, settling beside me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her voice was gentle, full of awe. “He’s getting closure right now. That’s part of your new gift. You’re incredible, Edeline.”

Mira's eyes fluttered open, confusion clouding her features as she tried to focus on the faces around her. "What happened?" she whispered, her voice hoarse. "You overextended yourself," Lucian said gently, moving to sit beside the bed. "The power you used—it drained you completely." "Power?" Mira struggled to sit up, both Alphas moving to help her. Their hands briefly touched as they steadied her, the contact awkward but necessary. "You mean what happened in the clearing? The way everyone just... stopped?" "That was Luna magic," Rowan said carefully. "Ancient bloodline power that awakened in you."

"You are the Miracle Doctor. You are Lyra St. James. You are Thalassa Miravel. You are all of them and you are about to change everything." The reflection did not answer, but the eyes behind the mask looked a little less sad than they had this morning. That was something…right?

For a long, agonizing moment, the only sound was the wet, ragged gasping of Silas’s breath…Then, Mira closed her eyes. A soft, low hum began to vibrate through the floorboards, then suddenly, a brilliant blue light erupted from her palms. It wasn't the soft green light of Socha’s healing, and it also wasn't destructive. It was a cool, blue liquid that seemed to flow directly into Silas’s skin, tracing the intricate lines of his nerves like glowing ink.

MIRA'S POV:- "The powers she just used were exactly like the powers Fredrick possessed. And Mira was gifted her powers by the late Mr and Mrs MacCarthy. And everyone in this courtroom knows that Fredrick's powers were nothing like his parents. He was different. He was a hybrid. And the main reason why I am called in this courtroom. Mrs Mira MacCarthy, that is what I would call her after knowing the fact that she is pregnant with Mr Fredrick MacCarthy's child." I gasped loudly as I heard what that old man said in the end. My eyes moistened up as I covered my mouth with my palm.

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

But the older witches long for this time when they will once again be able to see and experience the grandure of how it was before the reign of the black witches. Mira suddenly felt a feeling of belongingness and unaware that tears are steaming from her eyes washing the stain in the mother crystal a tear that was like magic spreads and cleanse the years of oppression and bad deeds. Then when the mother crystal was totally cleaned and clear of any stain, Mira was envelope with incandescent reflection. An apparition appeared in front of her, glowing with equally bright reflection. The eyewitness ot what is happening was in awe. 'Mira my daughter I have been waiting for a long time for you