Novelas y relatos de Miraculous Ocs

"It seems you're a fan of his product Mirasol," Eric uttered while staring at the limited edition Earth Sports watch on Mirasol's flawless wrist. He wanted to buy a pair of them but he did not have a chance since the last two pairs he saw is already reserved. The goodness of the watch is that it can signal the other pair if the one who is wearing the first pair will suddenly collapse or fall. If it detects any movement not usually done by the first user, the other watch will change its color to red. He plans to buy for himself and give the other one to Mirasol since he greatly values her. However, he was surprised that she already own one. But who gave her? Who owns its pair?

Like the poison in Ronan's veins, slipped by someone close. Mira hissed under her breath. 'Omens, Luna. His arrival on eclipse night... it's no coincidence. The scars could carry curses, shadows that the fertility will feed.' She gripped my arm tighter, her nails digging in. Mira had taught me to read signs—the flight of owls, the color of blood. But right now, all I felt was this outsider's pull, drowning out her warnings.

Osho looked very worried. “A few injuries are even beyond magical repair, Mila – Daniels – Sharpe – Collins, some illnesses are too,” Osho spoke sadly. “I don’t care, I need him well Osho,” Mila thundered. “You can try to use all your magic, Mila – Daniels – Sharpe – Collins, maybe it will work,” Osho spoke sadly. “Or, what else should I do?” Mila demanded angrily. “I –” Osho was speechless.

It’s like the red thread of fate that was connecting us has broken off and now we both have drifted apart. “ Alpha! ” Xavier’s voice snaps me out of my trance and I realise that I have jerked Olivia’s hands off my forearm while I was progressing towards Miracle. She is still standing there. Like a pillar of salt or perhaps a statue of stone. The pain in my heart only increases with each passing moment. I look into Miracle’s eyes and see only the red orbs of a familiar monster staring back at me. She has lost it as it seems. Without me or without this bond that oddly kept her under control, how is she going to stop herself from becoming the monster she once killed with her own hands?

Seated above on the throne, Mirage Maja was sneering down at her, “How do you like it? I had that wretched mutt belonging to your friends thrown in to keep you company.” Orea said nothing in reply: She was the type of person who accepted her defeat and fate without complaint or question. Orea thought of Primuh, she could vaguely remember the giant Succubino saving her and they were fleeing and then she must have passed out. Because she couldn’t remember anything at all clearly, up to this moment. She hoped Primuh was okay. And yes Skylar and Bessy! Evil Mirage interrupted her thoughts, “You must be worrying about the welfare of your friends?”

"Matilda, my dear, I believe what you're experiencing goes beyond mere physical changes. It's a reflection of your inner transformation, a manifestation of the strength and resilience within you. Have you wolfed out yet? Has your wolf awakened?" Matilda's eyes widened in surprise, absorbing Camila's words. She had never considered the idea that her external transformation could be connected to her internal growth. Camila leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've seen it before, the changes that occur in some omegas when they experience a significant shift in their lives. Your hair, your eyes... they are not mere coincidences." Matilda's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing wit

The marks sat still like an artifact etched into me. I wondered what they meant. I had never seen anything like this before. I touched the lines softly, careful not to drag my nails across the skin. There was nothing visibly extraordinary about them from my perspective, but this wasn't how a normal Omega's wrist looked — especially not one that could cure unimaginable things. Eleanor had once said I was cursed and should stay away from Rapheal. Funny how he was always the one provoking me. I was glad I had given him a taste of his own poison, even if the blade hadn't gone through.

The first ecanto said. "Alright, pair up." The last ecanto said and they all started pairing up. Oceana was at a corner when a girl who looks a little bit older approached her. "Mind pairing with me??" She asked. "Sure, I don't even have a partner yet." Oceana replied. "I'm Sapphira and you are??" "Oceana. Nice meeting you." "You seem fun to be with, I love people like you. I'm a mage, and you are??" Sapphira asked.