Miraculous Pigella Novels & Stories

Mirabela greeted everyone with a loud flap of her wings as she landed on the table, causing all the food and decorations to fly away. "Looks like you're all having a good time here?" Mirabela inquired, only to be met with silence. "Oh, don't be ashamed of me; I only came here to personally and warmly greet the arrival of your priestess," she continued, lifting one foot of her claws to show everyone her razor-sharp nails. "So tell me, where is she now?" she asked as she moved over to the table. "There is no arrival of a priestess that occured, Great Scandiaca, this is just a simple fiest," Mago explained.

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…"

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 I heard Isabella perk up. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “There is a way for the pack to not be taken by the curse. It was Celeste that saw it, really.” I smiled at that. Isabella’s young daughter was also the daughter of a sorcerer, and was actually more sorcerer than witch. She was a mirror worker, which is incredibly rare, but she was able to see all sorts of things in the reflections.

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

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.