Novel & Cerita Miraculous Ocs

she whispered softly. That figure stood before her once again, aiming a gun right at her. "I... I have already been through this," Sua murmured, her knees nearly giving way. However, the voice of the incantation within her was not yet finished. Shivering, she pressed on. "That which rusts, that which freezes. Shall no longer bind the soul's traces. Let all shadows go home in the light. Return, return in peace." The illusion began to crack. The light of the incantation circled Sua's body, and the wartime world shattered like glass struck by a hammer.

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.

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.

Osric Blackmoor placed a heavy, calloused hand on Michaels’ lower back, projecting a comforting alpha pheromone to support the collapsing younger male. "Forgive me," Michaels whispered, his voice trembling so hard the words felt broken. Every electric pulse hitting his core made his knees weak, and he desperately wanted to drop to the stone floor of the Moon Oath Sanctuary to hide his shame. "I only know that Cedran would have been proud to see this alliance, and I am grateful that Osric is standing in his place to guide me to the altar." The magical vibrations suddenly cranked to maximum intensity, and Michaels covered his mouth, nearly dropping the golden microphone. He wanted to howl, to

When he grips my chin and tilts my face upward, his thumb brushes my lower lip. “You can stop this,” he murmurs. “Say the word.” I meet his gaze steadily. “I won’t.” His jaw tightens. Good. He drags his thumb across my neck, smearing blood over my skin. The moment it touches me, my magic reacts violently. The torches flicker and the air hums. The pack gasps as faint symbols glow briefly beneath my skin, ancient, unfamiliar, gone as quickly as they appear. Karl stiffens. “What was that?” he demanded quietly.

He became my guide, my teacher, and occasionally, my reluctant test subject. We started with focus—learning to channel magic without letting it burst uncontrollably. Oscar taught me grounding techniques, breathing, visualization. It was harder than I expected. Magic wasn’t a tool. It didn’t obey commands. It responded to emotion. Which made things… complicated. One afternoon, I accidentally shattered a mirror when Kaine kissed my shoulder during practice. Oscar calmly swept up the shards and muttered something about needing more insurance.

There was a big fish picture on the menu, and for some reason, my eyes were stuck on it, and I could not get over it. “There's something about this picture.” I muttered, staring deeply at the picture. Nyx leaned in to look at it, and she locked in her eyes with the picture, but she was also void of what was going on. “It's just a big fish on a large paperback, with MC written on it?” She muttered. “No.” I shook my head, trying hard to figure out what it was, but my head wasn't bringing it to place. “Merrow!” I growled. “Fucking Merrow's curse!”