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’

“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.

She turned and came to sit beside me on the bed, and when she looked at me, her expression had shifted completely, the frantic energy gone, replaced by something much more composed and much more dangerous. “Attacking Mira directly doesn’t work,” she said, her voice dropping lower now, steady and deliberate, “I already know that, yesterday proved it, Adrian responds badly the moment he thinks someone is going after her, and he shuts everything down immediately, which means going at her head on is not the way.” “So what is the way?” I asked. “Adrian himself,” she said simply, “the only person who can remove Mira from Adrian’s life is Adrian, which means I don’t need to attack her, I need to ma

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?

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

The Omnipotent Lord froze before he asked, “What happened?” Mirabelle Joandra crawled up from the ground and wiped the blood trace off her lips before sitting in a lotus position on the ground to heal her injuries. Her face was pale, and she seemed to be in a wretched state as she said feebly, “I encountered a powerful Lord in the Dark World and was injured by her.” The Omnipotent Lord’s expression was grim. He knew that Mirabelle had cultivated eight Macrocosm Powers. Now, however, she had gotten injured in the Dark World. Although he did not know much about the Dark World, he had heard of some of the most infamous Lords.

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.