Miraculous Ocs Novels & Stories

"I've also included information about our competitors, and I had Perseo prepare a list of advantages our products have over theirs." I passed over another file. "If he knows Torrens is coming to Europe regardless and plans to dominate the market, it might influence his decision. FOMO and all that." Albert looked up. "FOMO?" "Fear of missing out." I shrugged. "The idea is to make him want the deal before someone else gets the opportunity." For a moment, those deep blue eyes studied me. Andi was right. Albert was incredibly handsome. He looked exactly like the billionaire playboy type.

“Well damn, someone’s feeling generous.” Scarlet raised a brow. “You ordered this?” Mira laughed and waved her hand. “Hell yes." They brought it inside and opened it up. The scent of vanilla and cherries filled the air. Scarlet couldn’t help but smile faintly...it was a small, fleeting moment of normalcy in a world that never gave her peace. “Congratulations, Scar,” Mira said with a smirk, grabbing a fork. “You unlocked another power, healed a dying Alpha, and didn’t get murdered. That’s a fucking achievement.”

TAYLOR’S POV Oscala scanned the place, quietly and then he looked at us. “That’s sound isn’t real. This place isn’t real. Like I told this id a mirage. A very a good one. They really want to keep people out. We need to keep moving. No matter what you see and hear and feel, ignore it. It’s not real. “AHH!!!” The scream came again, my heart skipping thousands of beat. I gripped my chest. Oh my poor heart. I looked at Oscala. “Its going to be hard to pretend I can’t hear that.”

[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" *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *.

he said in a stern voice. Alpha Lucas stared at him in bewilderment. “You must be mistaken Beta Lucien, she’s an omega” he laughed dryly. Beta lucien? I’ve heard that name before somewhere in the pack and it's rumored that he’s the most ruthless beta in all of North, he’s even more ruthless than the alpha of the pack. What mess did I get myself into? “I’m not mistaken, Alpha Lucas,” he said sharply looking at Alpha Lucas. Alpha Lucas was short of words, that was the first time I saw him quiet.

"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."

Unknown P.O.V "That fucker almost broke my arm!" A very dirty-looking man cries hiss as he thinks about his encounter with one of the badass omegas he has ever met in his life. "Who did this?" the man sitting at the computer desk said after puffing out the smoke from his cigarette. He sounds boring as he looks at the man. He is sure about some badass Alpha kick his man ass.