Miraculous Plagg Novels & Stories

She lunged past Seraphina, hoping to slice the princess open, but Seraphina jumped, narrowly dodging the blade. Mira was getting weaker. But she would not stop. Setting her sword, she struck again. But Seraphina did a backflip, dodging the sword. Mira’s body vitality was completely ruined. Her hands failed her. Her legs twisted unnaturally. She fell to her knees. Seraphina walked up to her, eyes filled with pity. “It’s not too late for you, Mira.” Then she brought out a bag from inside her dress. “I have an antidote for this,” she said calmly.

Immediately, the cloth began to glow with a faint purple light. "Interesting," she murmured, holding it up to the window. "What does that mean?" "There's magical residue in your blood. Something I've never seen before." She tucked the cloth into her bag and pulled out a thick leather journal. "The signature is ancient, powerful. Divine, even." "Divine?" My voice came out as a croak. "Magic that comes from the gods themselves, rather than mortal practitioners." Mira flipped through pages covered in careful notes and detailed diagrams. "I've only seen traces of it in very old texts. It's incredibly rare."

‘The Great Mirror Spell! ‘Holy sh*t, this really is… a reliable Forbidden Spell. I won't have to use the mirror to create mirror images from now on.’ More importantly, there was amazing merit within the Great Mirror Spell. The actual body could shuffle between the mirror images without limitations. Just as Alex’s consciousness was about to return, another lotus flower bloomed, making him run over again. This flower seemed rather weird, as the spell it gave was called ‘the Great Rage Spell.’ ‘Huh? What the hell? Raging is a Forbidden Spell? This is kind of useless!’

"They were not originally kings in our world, although one went on to be. The two kings were rulers over the creatures that inhabit Pro Speculuorum. The creatures, very human in appearance, are called Miraculum, it means 'object of wonder,' named as such by humans who were captivated by these beautiful and mysterious creatures, looking upon them with fascination. See Cooper, when human beings look in a mirror, they hope to see the best, most ideal, version of themselves looking back. The Miraculum are this ideal, they are the best possible reflection of humans, a seemingly perfect version. They are beautiful creatures to behold, intriguing in their mystery and charm, charismatic smile and ey

You're that girl I see in posters that owns DCC. Me: That would be me. Riele Downs Mall guy: When I saw you in those posters I knew you were beautiful but seeing you up-close, you were hot and sexy as hell. 'Wow, he thinks I'm sexy' I thought excitedly. Me: Awwn thank you. I never got to know your name though. Mall guy: You're welcome. My name is Jayden Winters

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

“Send the word. We fall back only if Aria falls.” Then she turned and unleashed a blizzard from her palms, freezing a dozen cultists in place before dashing forward to shatter them into ash. --- At the spire, Mira climbed the twisted stone using her claws and momentum. She was fast—faster than any other wolf in the allied packs—but the magic radiating from the spire slowed her like wading through a river of tar. She reached a ledge just below the summit and found herself staring into the breach. It wasn’t a gate, not in the traditional sense. It was a tear in the fabric of the world, held open by the spire and the lives of those sacrificed on the ritual pillars. Souls swirled within it—screa

“Mirage. It blinds them for three minutes, right? Use it. Now.” “Right! My Ability!” Jax’s mind, fogged with panic, finally grasped the lifeline. Mirage. It cloaked him and anyone he designated from monster perception. A useless trick in the real world. A potential godsend here. “How… how do I activate it again?” Kiera’s step faltered. She shot him a look of pure, unadulterated disbelief. She’d recruited a liability. A walking, talking mistake. The corridor ahead seethed with more shapes. But something else was wrong. The fleeing student NPCs weren’t just running; they were weaving, darting, herding the ravenous creatures directly into Kiera and Jax’s path.

Her body exploded, throwing me off and releasing the magic her body contained. I heard the others scream as her dead body lay on the floor. They ran, their wings buzzing in the air. I directed three of my men to pursue them and kill them while I protected her. I wasn't going to trust her safety to anybody. Fifteen minutes passed before they returned. They could not find them because they had disappeared into thin air. I quickly instructed them to search the whole place. Mira was standing at a corner looking tired and lost. My men gathered twenty men and two female wolves from their prisons.

One Last Moment Live each moment like it's the last moment in you life - Jim MacLaren ~***~ Reign’s POV Honestly, on my first day here, I instantly gravitated to him even if it was just arguing; it was damn entertaining. I guess it's the attention that I was getting that made it worth my while. It’s like a magnet and its object, no matter how hard you try pulling away, it hauls you back. It was great having someone who you could bond with naturally without any interference, nothing’s more amazing than that.