Miraculous Plagg Novels & Stories

"What happened? Are you alright, Mira?" "Yes, I will be once you are here. How far away are you?" "I will be there in thirty minutes," he said to me. "Make it twenty." "Whatever," he answered. The link cut. In twenty-five minutes, he arrived in all his glory. "What was the emergency, Mira?" "Here," I said to him, pointing at the burnt corpse on the floor. "Ahhhhhh! What the fuck did you do, Mira? What happened to him?"

"I, Skylar Blanc, respectfully greet you, Your Excellency." Archfiend Antigonus acknowledged him and got straight to the point. "See the enchanted barrier around the platform? Break those barriers, then take that mirror out of the Ghost World. When you reach a safe place, I will tell you how to release me from the mirror." "Yes, Your Excellency," Skylar said. He took a deep breath, mobilized the power of the fiend soul, and cast a palm strike at the barrier. With a roar, a crack appeared on the enchanted barrier. He mobilized the power of the fiend soul again in preparation to cast the second palm strike.

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.

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

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

“But there’s one thing we need to do, that both Mara, and Mira did have done as a mistake which was to allow that rose to exist. Are you both on board?” My mate, Stand, and me nodded but Silver exhaled annoyingly to which we finally heard a small girly voice, in a second I swore there was a child in the room but to my surprise it was indeed Miranda. “Miracle why are you this upset? I’m not sure what I can do to help you but please know that everyone does a mistake, maybe what one does wrong, one can change it, or work on it to get better, as long as one is alive one can make a difference.”

Selene hovered close, the silver in her magic flickering at her fingertips. Mirra’s eyes went distant as she listened. After a moment, her mouth tightened. “It anchored something.” Ronan’s blood cooled. “Anchored what?” Mirra lifted her hand. On her palm, a faint smear of dark residue clung like oil, except it didn’t shine. It absorbed light. Selene sucked in a breath. “That’s not from here.” “No,” Mirra agreed. She looked up at Ronan. “It planted a tether.” Ronan felt the ocean inside him surge, restrained only by sheer discipline. “So even if it retreats—”

But the biggest change came when Silas handed me a small plastic case. "Colored contacts," Silas explained. "Grey-blue. Your natural brown eyes are too well-known from the news broadcasts during the cartel trial. Change them." I popped the lenses in. When I blinked against the initial sting and looked into the mirror, I gasped. The warmth was entirely gone. A stranger stared back at me. With the platinum hair, the sharp makeup, and the icy grey-blue eyes, I looked detached from reality. I looked like an eccentric, ultra-wealthy European aristocrat who had never known a day of labor in her life.

“This is a witch. A really powerful one. The sound of boots clicking against the hard floor grew closer and a figure emerged through a corner, approaching us. When she got close enough for us to make out her face through the mitpachat around her head, Elora hissed and I frowned. Mira. What the hell is she doing here? For all we know, she’s just a regular shopkeeper. We may have run into her a number of times at the council, but I thought she went silent. What was she doing here? For clarity sake, I pointed at her, focusing on Davina. “Is this the one with the magical signature?” She narrowed her eyes at Mira and then nodded. “It’s her.” Elora scoffed. “This is Mira, some goddamned shopkeeper

We’re moving before the echo fades—power flaring, wolves shifting mid-stride as guards converge on the source. The smell hits first. Blood. Too much of it. The clearing is chaos when we arrive. A young warrior lies crumpled near the ward-stone, eyes wide and unseeing. Dark sigils are carved into the earth around him—fresh, wet, and wrong. “He was flayed by magic,” Mira whispers, kneeling beside the body. Her hands shake. “This wasn’t an attack. It was a ritual.” My vision sharpens. “A message.” “Yes,” Liam agrees grimly. “And a test.”