Miraculous Pigella Romane & Geschichten

“You think your story began with Kael. But it started long before that. Your mother” “Don’t.” Aria’s voice cracked. “You don’t know anything about her.” “Oh, but I do.” Mirka pulled a small, aged scroll from her cloak. “This was found in the ruined archives. Hidden. Locked. Sealed with protective magic. Only one with your blood could break it.” Aria’s throat went dry. “What’s inside?” Mirka held it out. “Your legacy.” With shaking hands, Aria took the scroll. The moment her skin touched the parchment, it burned not painfully, but with a pulse of energy that shot straight through her spine.

Dangerous places. The Sacred Mirror isn’t just old. It’s ancient. Forged by the first witches, bound by elemental blood, and sealed in a shrine so sacred even speaking its name had become forbidden in some circles. Legends said the mirror could reflect truth no magic could reveal. But legends also said it fed on the mind of the seeker—twisting their thoughts, testing their intentions. “I’ll go with you,” Bianca says, breaking into Lumina’s thoughts. “No,” Lumina answers quietly. “It won’t let you follow. Not unless it calls you.”

He asked Mira who was still entranced by the spectacle before her. "So enchantingly beautiful…" Mira murmured. She tried catching one of the sparks that darted across her, but only managed to disturb the undulating light it left in its wake. "It's like looking at living water." Mira's gaze followed the blue spark which moved around the room before it went upwards and encircled the circular vessel containing the blue pearl. "What is that?" Mira asked Lankko who was also gazing upwards at the pearl. "That, my love, is the fabled Pearl of Sorrelia!"

I know about all this because I asked Mildred. I waited for the fighters to get ready. With Mildred's help, I was able to sneak in without being detected. I secretly entered the circle; I knew that I couldn't be sent back if I did that. I turned to see a fuming Nicholas, a surprised Alpha Leo, an irritated Austin, and a murmuring crowd. Nick was giving me the death stare. I ignored him. "I, Mira Constance, a former slave and now a wolf from the Crescent Pack, wish to partake in this contest. I challenge him," I said, turning immediately to point at a bulky fighter.

A sleek surgical chair stood in the center. "You've been busy," Darius muttered. Mirabel looked at him without blinking. "And you're as pretty as the rumors say. Try not to bleed on anything." Elodie snorted. "I like her already." Mirabel gestured toward the bag Elodie carried. "Show me what you brought." They placed the drives on the counter. Mirabel's eyes widened slightly as she scanned the labels. "Echo Alpha," she whispered. "So it's true. Elijah completed the mirror phase."

he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.” Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Understood.” They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel. “Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement. Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.

She slowly nodded, lowering her head. “Who is she?” Drago demanded. “She works at the house as Massimo said,” I answered. “Her name is Mira.” “And why…why is…she here?” he grimace. “Wh…what am I to d…do with a bloody ho…househelp?” “She is not just some househelp,” I said, glancing at the woman clinging to Dolcezza. “She is a Baldocchi Mole. She has been here for years now…” Both Drago and Massimo’s eyes widened in shock.

“This is blood-hexed shadow magic… and very old. It twists nature. It breaks spirit. It doesn’t just curse a pack—it infects it.” Damian’s face tightened. “Can you tell who made it?” Mira hesitated. Then she placed her wrinkled hands over the object and closed her eyes. Power stirred in the air. Moments passed. When her eyes opened again, they were glowing faintly green. Her voice was not just hers—it carried something ancient and knowing. “Her name… is Lila.” Silence fell like a blade. Ella’s breath caught. Damian’s fists clenched. “Lila,” Ella whispered, her voice laced with both shock and disgust. “Of course it was her…”

She’s short, middle-aged, and somehow always smells like smoke and salt. “I felt a surge,” she says bluntly. “Let me see him.” Edward stiffens, but I nod. Mira guides me to sit. She places her hands over my stomach, closes her eyes, and hums. The air shifts. A prickle travels over my skin. She inhales sharply. Opens her eyes. And stumbles backward. “What?” Edward growls, stepping in front of me. “What did you see?” Mirembe presses a hand to her chest. “That child… Albert, this pregnancy isn’t normal. The pup is…” She hesitates, searching for the right word. “...ancient.”