Miraculous Ocs Novels & Stories

I really did not like that idea of being roasted wolf so I wondered when we would go under those big trees ahead and find shade. “I think we are in a mirage.” Someone spoke behind me. There was only one person in the world who had the voice. Oscala. “What makes you think so?” I thought mirages is in the dessert?” “It is supposed to be but some Lycans mastered how to create back then. It was one of those magic tricks but if a lot of Lycans came together and channeled their power into making a mirage, it would definitely last for years. I have a feeling they we are near. Why else would there be a trap.”

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

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,

" Ever encounter is significant, because one encounter is all you need to bring forth a life changing experience" *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *.

"They're like us just from the other side of the mirror." The otherworldly figures bowed again, one of them pressing a crystal of impossible beauty into Seraphina's palm before they stepped backward through the rift. Reality sealed itself with a sound like distant thunder, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and the crystal that sparkled in my daughter's hand like captured starlight. I could barely draw breath, my mind struggling to process what I had witnessed. "What in all the realms just happened?" Marcus demanded, appearing beside me with his hand already on his weapon, his soldier's instincts recognizing a threat even when it took incomprehensible forms.

wrongness. "There," she whispered. "It's not on the beach. The true Darius—he's not even fighting." The realization hit them simultaneously. While everyone fought the duplicates, the real threat was elsewhere, drawing power from their distraction. Miranda began gathering specific artifacts—a crystal that seemed to pulse with moonlight, a dagger with runes etched along its blade, a small vial of what looked like liquid darkness. "We'll need these," she said. "Weapons that exist between states, just like a Mystic."

Six years ago, when Adom got the results back from the doctors, he couldn't process what Omega said. His mom was an omega, and he loved her dearly, but he also saw how omegas still got treated in this society and how it was hard for them to find a good job. They even had to watch out for alphas when they were in heat, or they could be attacked.

She did say I would get a solution and I would be able to wield strong power and fight alongside Noone but I never did for years now I never got the answer. “Old one.” I said calmly and she chuckled slowly. “I can swear on my mother's grave,I never got the answer.” “Let…me show you something.” She stood up and took her walking stick and went into one of the rooms. She came outside with a mirror and I frowned. “A mirror?” “Not.. just..any.. mirror.” She placed it on the floor. “Tkel manifestari salem meletha!” She said some enchanted words. “This is!” I gasped when I saw Natasha in the mirror.

She growled as she was back to her feet, almost in a flash. I saw fire balls erupt from my hands and she threw them at me. I instinctively dodged it and it hit the couch. But to my surprise, instead of the couch burning up in flames, the fire died down as soon as it hit the couch. I turned to Clara. She also looked surprised nothing happened as well. Mom Megan must have done something before she left. "Mila," she called. My eyes darted to her wriggling fingers. Her right hand became red. Clara began to walk up to me slowly and I began to trace my steps backwards.

I whispered, my voice quivering. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Hyna said, her voice a soft whisper in my mind. "It is," I admitted, transfixed by my own reflection. After a few moments, the glowing stopped and I was back to my old self. The mirror reflected my normal appearance once again, as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, I was hit with a wave of pain in my abdomen. I screamed, and the mirror in front of me shattered, shards of glass flying in all directions. I felt disoriented, and I tried to reach out to Hyna, but there was no response.