Miraculous Pigella Novels & Stories

It was Miracle. Emma looked at her coldly and said, "Why is it you?" Miracle bowed her head, trembling. "Omega Olivia, what's the meaning of this?" Emma raised an eyebrow. Omega Olivia smiled and said, "Miss, can you recognize that maid? She's Miracle from Omega Lanka." Emma gazed at Omega Olivia calmly, her expression seemingly smiling yet not quite. "Stepping out in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and visiting the residence of Omega Olivia. What were you thinking?"

“That’s our Lord’s treasure. Once the dirt ghost attaches to someone, not even our Heavenly King can escape.” Arista had underestimated the lowly pig-like creature; she never expected it to possess such a bizarre treasure. But for Alpha Levi, perhaps this kind of treasure was no issue at all? As Arista was still contemplating, she saw the pig-like creature swing its broadsword at Levi’s shoulder. Arista unconsciously closed her eyes, but thinking of Levi’s impenetrable body, she opened them again. True enough, the pig-like creature’s sword stopped at Levi’s shoulder.

He was surprised but he wasn't scared. But for the lady beside him, right now she was shaking like a drenched chicken, almost making Emilia question her true identity as a witch. She raised her painted finger to wag at her, her eyes flying from Emilia to Milan. "It's a Salandus, Milan. We have to capture it! You have a salandus in your land! Your land is cursed! We have to capture it, do something other than stare!" Emilia's paws hit the ground repeatedly as her growls intensified and in two strides she was standing in front of Milan as if shielding him from the lady.

Eleanor de Lucca had been sentenced to life imprisonment for treason which included helping the Knights of Death to kill her husband, Phillip de Lucca, Stefano’s father. Regarding Mira’s demon wolf, well, it was still there in her mind except that it didn’t taunt her anymore. Mira was glad that after all these years, she was finally in sync with her demon wolf. She still shifted once in a while, which was part of the negotiation she made with it. Cohen’s wolf was over the moon when it saw her demon wolf. They would spend hours sitting at the cliff, looking up to the moon. Despite their differences, they are still perfect together.

I scoffed, folding my arms. “Oh, mia stellina. You have your papa’s pessimistic attitude.” The trickster witch laughed softly as she got to her feet. “Stop calling me that, and don’t you dare talk about my papa, Shit Witch. Drop the act, and let’s finish this.” I demanded, ready to have a showdown to save Tiberius and do my part to end this war. “I’m not Melania. I’m Liliana Berardi, your mother. None of what you see is from Melania’s magic. This… well, it’s my magic.” She sighed. “How can I prove it to you?”

She looked up with a warm smile when she saw Mirabella. “Señorita, you’re awake,” Maria said kindly, her accent wrapping around the words like music. “Hungry?” Mirabella’s stomach growled on cue, betraying her. She gave a small, sheepish smile. “Yes… actually, I am.” Maria chuckled softly, as if she had expected that answer. “Good. I made sopa de pollo. Chicken soup, fresh and warm. It will be good for you.” Mirabella’s lips curved into a grateful smile. “Thank you, Maria. That sounds perfect.”

Symbols covered every inch, complex patterns I didn't recognize. And around the perimeter, corrupted wolves patrolled. At least thirty of them, their black eyes scanning constantly. "Can't get much closer without being spotted," Mira whispered. "Don't need to," I said, pulling out the small crystal Seraphina had given us. "This should capture the ritual's magical signature. We can analyze it back at Silverthorne." I activated the crystal, pointing it toward the circle. It glowed softly as it absorbed information. Then everything went to hell.

Silence hung in the air, taut with unspoken tension. Mira closed her book with purpose, the title concealed under its cloth cover, and rose with a resolve that beckoned Lila to follow. --- Down a narrow hallway lined with secured cabinets, Mira paused before one marked by intricate claw-like grooves. She placed her palms upon it, muttering ancient words that stirred the air with forgotten magic. A click echoed as the cabinet door opened. Inside lay two significant items: - A leather-bound journal cloaked in wolfhide - A small vial of black liquid, its contents almost still

Dark veins began spreading across her skin like a web of corruption, pulsating ominously. “It’s in my blood,” Mira rasped, clawing at her throat. “Burns - ” Zoe fumbled with the pouch of potions at her side, her hands trembling. “Here!” She handed Ellara a vial of glowing green liquid. Ellara uncorked it, her movements swift and practiced, and poured the potion into Mira’s mouth. For a moment, the choking subsided. Everyone dared to hope - only for Mira to convulse violently. Her back arched as the black veins thickened, creeping toward her heart.

Meggie's heart stopped. The Mirror of Truth. It was one of the oldest relics of the wolf packs. It never lied. "Is… is that really necessary?" she stammered, backing away. "We're all family. We don't have to take things this far…" "If you have a clear conscience," Isla said, raising the mirror, "then why are you afraid to look?" "I'm not afraid!" Meggie blustered. "I just think this is a desecration of the dead…"