Miraculous Pigella Novels & Stories

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.

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—!”

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?”

Before anyone did a thing, the woman behind Alpha Milo got up from the wall. Walking towards us, she said, “alright, we have a big ass job to work with. My name is Mara, I’m Marcela’s mother, and Mira is Miracle's mom, I’m going to go on a limb and say you,” she points at my antes body on the bed, “are Miracle?” She nods, a bit frightened.

but before she could respond, a hand lifted calmly. Mira. “Professor,” Mira said gently, standing. “May I answer the question?” The professor smiled, pleased. “By all means. Finally, someone who values my lectures.” Scarlet’s fingers curled into fists under the desk. Mira straightened, confidence radiating from her like a slap. “Magical substances like enchanted crystals and refined stones can neutralize the effects of wolfbane when bonded properly to the bloodstream.” The professor clapped once. Then again. “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Well done, Mira.”

Percival Mirabelle’s mouth actually dropped open. I sighed, finishing with a quiet, “Edeline’s the moon’s warrior. Some of you already know what that means.” "Really?" Mirabelle gasped, her voice rising with disbelief. “Do you even realize what an honor that is? It's more sacred than being an oracle!” “I know,” I murmured, pressing my lips together. My fingers tightened slightly around the second letter as I looked up—straight into Maximus’s glacier-blue eyes.

“Frankly… I didn't appreciate your insinuations. You were suggesting that the sisters at the monastery weren't telling the truth. Is it really so hard to accept a miracle?” A dry smile curved my lips. “Miracles don't exist in my world. I appreciate facts—the hard data. Things that lack logical explanation are qualified as suspicious.” “Then I apologize.” He inclined his head. “The only explanation I can give you is that Ms. Arianna Pelligrini must have been amazingly lucky. There's nothing wrong with her.” He rose from his seat and corrected his suit jacket. I let out a long sigh and nodded. “Thank you for your… explanation. Your expertise will be rewarded,” I said, pointing at the door. “My