Miraculous Pigella Novels & Stories

“I saw you sneak out of the fortress.” Elia’s breath hitched, but she held her composure. “My uncle… he is ill. No one knows where he lives but me. I had to bring him herbs.” Mira raised one brow, her smile unwavering. “Is that so…” Her tone dripped with feigned sympathy. “Then may the goddess grant him a swift recovery.” She lifted her cup again, but Elia’s eyes were searching, desperate. Her heart pounded as she tried to catch a glimpse of Mira’s neck. The birthmark on the right hand was already known but the scar would be the thread that unraveled everything.

So we decided that we'll keep him as a pawn so we be sort of safe. But then your biggest rival, the Colombian mafia caught me.. Mirabella was just 9 and luckily I had sent her on a trip.. I made up an excuse that I was pregnant and it would hurt his son if he killed me.. He didn't knew that we weren't so close but he let me go.. But I had to show him a child.. Michelle was pregnant and she gave her child as she became too sick to take care of him, Peter to me while I faked a pregnancy..

A strong breeze blew. Leaves, small branches, and sand fluttered in the breeze. The entire opening of that volcano was barely visible to me. Even with my glasses on, I fell asleep because my lashes are short. I leaned in close to Fabian and Stella. "Clypeus!" Mira begins to cast her spell. Then, gradually, a semitransparent, glass-like dome forms around us. Mira sat behind the sobbing Fabian, comforting his back. Many people see it as rude and hard, but there is a hint of sadness on its face. It is understanding.

He scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin and followed his mother. Ursula and Mira carried the boar head to the water reserve basin. They washed it properly and took it back to the kitchen. Mira took a large pot and placed the head in the pot. She added the peppercorns, juniper berries, bay leaves, olives and onion over the pig head. She also added the finely chopped carrots and celery that Beth had prepared before filling the pot with water so that the pig head was submerged.

Elena said as she threw her face away. “Okay, Elena” Viva sighed as she went into the room. The thing with seeing the high witch and Dame grace was that it had to be done with the giant mirror. The giant was an antique used mainly by those who performed black magic. Viva had looked for one since the earlier meeting and when she saw one it was with an ugly wizard.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

“Dumb brat, Grandpa Pig acquired the Stardew Fruits with its ability. How could it give them to you? Keep on dreaming!” It spread its four hooves and ran like a lightning bolt. However, it crashed into someone just after it made a turn in the corner. It looked up. Wasn’t that Alex? Oh, it was Alex’s mirage. “Oink, oink—!” The pig demon screamed strangely. Bam! The mirage directly moved and landed a punch on the pig demon’s eye socket, giving it a black eye at once. “Oink, oink, oink—!”

In bone. A pulse. A flicker. Like the edge of my instincts snagged on something soft, sweet, and dangerously familiar. Priscilla. Her name burned through me—not as a memory, but a command. Something in me shifted. Snapped. My wolf—silent all this time—howled. It wasn’t power. Not really. But it was enough. I roared, every muscle seizing as I forced my arms to move—just an inch. Just enough. The cursed mist sliced across my forearm, skin splitting open, blood spilling onto the stone floor. It hit the glowing sigil beneath me—

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

Lucianne turned to look at the metal cover with the symbol of a papilio, her brows pulled together in contemplation. Octavia muttered, “We’re meant to come here.” “What do you mean?” Lucianne asked. Octavia gestured at the cover and explained, “The papilio is only found in the castle pond, and those animals only reappeared after Pelly’s birth.” Xandar asked Pellethia, “When did it last appear before your birth?”