Miraculous Plagg Novels & Stories

ALARIC Moon let go of me the moment Miracle shifted. It was all weird. So strange. So different. So impossible. I was short of words. What the hell just happened? I witnessed it. Miracle was all wrapped up in the fire, raised from the ground, howling at the Moon. The next moment, she was eating it. She just ate that shit or whatsoever it was, to begin with. The most insane thing about all this mess was that she was fine. Not even a single burn. Not a single scratch. She looked like a newly polished mirror. Was I even saying it right? My words and sentences appeared jumbled. Well, not my fault. It was the situation.

No heirs but what I allow. Drake's grip tightened, but I pulled him back, the glow still warming my skin. 'No more death.' Suspense lingered in his tense muscles, but he nodded, trusting me. I turned to the warriors, their faces a mix of shame and loyalty. 'Help me end this.' They rose, surrounding Mira, holding her as I placed a hand on her forehead, channeling the eclipse's light. It poured into her, breaking the dark threads of her spells, her body shuddering. She screamed, then went limp, the barren curse lifting like fog, but her eyes held defeat.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

Radar says as we turn the corner onto my street. Lights and Plush are two of the Miracles. They’re walking toward us from the other end of the block, holding hands. They’ve been a couple as long as anyone can remember, the only Miracles who have paired up, and likely the only two who ever will. As usual, they’re wearing matching outfits, but not matching in the usual way. No, they prefer what I call “mixed match”—his tops match her pants or skirt, and his pants match her top, almost like they swapped half their outfits. Today, Lights is wearing a black, button shirt with gold shoulders and light brown pants. Plush has on a black skirt with gold sides and a light brown shirt. Radar thinks it’

High in the sky, stars twinkled and fell, while the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a thousand-mile radius seemed to rejoice in his achievement. Due to the onset of war, the disciples of the Grandiuno Sacred Land had to bear witness to the deaths of countless companions. As a result, tension was at an all-time high, and disciples hurried along without much small talk. However, the emergence of such strange phenomena heightened the wariness of disciples and elders alike within the Grandiuno Sacred Land. "This mirage is coming from the Green Emperor Pagoda!" "Did one of the elders make a breakthrough to supreme paragon?" "Tribulations only appear when someone makes a breakthrough t

For some reason Miranda didn't want to use the purple glow against Lillian, she sharpened her nails, then swung her arms at the girl who managed to parry despite being pushed a few steps. Her green beads were glazed over, her entire body was limp as if it could fall at any moment. However, she remembered his brother's trust, her promise to Wiggy, as well as Louise's advice. Lillian swung the sword, creating a weak attack that made Miranda laugh mockingly. The mage threw a purple glow into each of Lillian's hands causing her sword to fall. Now Lillian was completely helpless, and her legs were too weak to run. Miranda attacked her several times, sometimes a weak attack that knocked Lillian do

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.

“You have the power to protect, to trap, to rewind. You’re a tether, Mira. A living fulcrum. I’m the blade. The strike that only lands if you're holding the moment steady.” I shook my head, a headache springing up from trying to process so many things at the same time. “Lira, can you break this down? Simplest terms. Explain this to me like I'm just a child, and not the Mira who's supposed to save the goddamn world from a psychopathic dark magician and who has no idea how to even start.” She heaved. "You underestimate yourself too much, Mirabel.” She pulled out a dagger from her belt, which I had not noticed all this while. Then, she unsheathed it and stretched it to my face.

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

His words echo. I shake my head and try to get to my feet. "They used a blocking spell on him. It will take a while for him to pull himself together. He is drunk on the magic they used," Libby says. Alpha Mayhem shakes me. "Stop, that will not help, Alpha," Mother Agnes says. "Help me to my feet, please," I ask Alpha Mayhem. I am so weak. I cannot stand it. Alpha Mayhem pulls me to my feet, but my knees buckle. Alpha Mayhem leads me over to a chair in the kitchen.