Miraculous Pigella Novels & Stories

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

“Five little piggies went to market one day, Two got a lost along the way. To school the red one went, Whilst the blonde one was sent To meet with a bird of prey, But our talons helped him get away. Blood to blood, and both are well, Though you’re not here to tell. And now, not two lost piggies, but three, With the school on fire, where can you be? Mirror, mirror on the wall, We’re waiting for your call, Secret Keeper.” Even as she finished speaking, the words were fading off the black screen. “Another mirror spell,” Connery remarked. “Another?” Meguitte looked up at him in surprise. “There’s been others?”

And below it, a sigil carved into the earth with blood: > A mirror. Shattered. A name: Aria Vale.

We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed. "Does Damien like paintings? " I inquired, coming to a halt in front of a massive painting depicting a dramatic scene of an angel smiling under the tree. I couldn't take my gaze away from it because it seemed so magical. “Oh. Mr. Etienne drew that himself," Luca replied, filling me with awe. It's quite surprising to learn that he can draw so well. "This way, milady," Luca said, turning to the left side of the corridor as I followed him from behind. "By the way... I know this seems strange, but I've always wondered why you guys call me 'Milady.' Is there a reason for that? " I inquired, keeping up with Luca

Her brows furrowed and she lifted the false bottom. Beneath layers of perfumed linens and old keepsakes was what she had been instructed to retrieve: an orb relic wrapped tightly in ceremonial cloth—threaded with blood-red embroidery. A faint, unnatural pulse radiated from it, like a sleeping ember waiting to be fed. She pressed the relic to her chest, muttering under her breath, “This will save her. It must.” Miranda moved to leave, but in her rush, her heel caught a stool in the dark.

Instead it wasn’t her grunting. Micah stood in front of her, a blackened scorch across his side where the magic had struck. Though it didn’t seem to faze him as his eyes locked on Lillian with growing horror. “That’s not just Lillian,” he stammered. “That’s Melania.” Across the battlefield, Lillian twitched violently, her movements no longer smooth, her magic flaring uncontrollably. Her eyes flickered–burning red, then back to blue, then to an eerie, soulless black.

Her lungs were burning due to lack of oxygen. Mira fell the tip of her sword on her belly. Marsha was slowly, painfully pushing the sword inside her belly to kill her baby. Mira closed her eyes and suddenly her eyes glowed with the bright blue light. Using her hands from afar, she pushed Marsha. As the power was stronger than Marsha had imagined, Marsha went flying towards the roof. She collided with the roof hard then fell on the ground with a loud thud. As Marsha collided with the ground, the impact was so hard that she broke her three ribs. She screamed in pain as her ribs were fractured.

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,

Perhaps our beasts managed to conceive a child on that very first try? Mirelle looks completely overjoyed, her face lighting up with a massive smile. “Come, let our boots run straight to the infirmary.” She knows that if a pup is growing in my belly, any high-born mistress will have to be thrown out of the pack territory forever. I shake my head, wiping my lips with a dry cloth. “There is no need for a doctor, Mirelle. My stomach is just suffering from a bad gastric ache.” “Then our wagon must leave immediately anyway,” Mirelle says in a very firm voice. She only trusts the words of a trained pack healer.