Miraculous Plagg Novels & Stories

Consume. “Some have seen your new Pact and chosen to twist it,” Mira said. “Not for unity. But for dominion.” Saris stepped forward, expression heavy. “You gave them a mirror,” she said. “They’re turning it into a blade.” Ari stared into the vision. The warlord stood on a ruined tower. Beneath him, a field of captured mages knelt in shackles. Not dead but drained. Feeding him. “They call themselves the Restorers,” Mira said. “But they will burn everything to restore their vision.”

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.”

"This is a heavy toxin. If he wasn't an Alpha, he’d be dead already." Ricardo turned to me. His eyes were no longer full of love. They were full of a terrifying, cold suspicion. The "Mirror of Malice" was back, and this time, the reflection was deadly. The doctor looked at the group, his eyes landing on me as the one who had served the plates. "Who prepared the food?"

The same Percy who claimed he wouldn't judge me and allowed others to embrace me was now trying to paint me as a villain to his friend. "Um, you're a beta of the largest pack, not to mention, you work for Lord Bernard," he scoffed at Percy, ensuring I stood behind him. "Anyway, there's no discussion here. She's going back home, no matter who she is or where she's from. I don't tolerate people who assert their authority over others," to my surprise, Miraculous revealed himself to be a much better person than I had imagined. He turned to me and handed me some coins, "go make a call."

Mira's leadership had proven indispensable in the face of catastrophe, her unwavering courage a beacon of hope amid despair. Ragnor stood amidst the chaos, his once meticulously crafted plans unraveling like threads in a storm. His gaze, clouded with frustration and disbelief, fixated on Mira, the woman who had become the unexpected obstacle to his ambitions. She wielded powers that surpassed his expectations, powers that had turned the tide against him in this desperate clash for dominance.

But the older witches long for this time when they will once again be able to see and experience the grandure of how it was before the reign of the black witches. Mira suddenly felt a feeling of belongingness and unaware that tears are steaming from her eyes washing the stain in the mother crystal a tear that was like magic spreads and cleanse the years of oppression and bad deeds. Then when the mother crystal was totally cleaned and clear of any stain, Mira was envelope with incandescent reflection. An apparition appeared in front of her, glowing with equally bright reflection. The eyewitness ot what is happening was in awe. 'Mira my daughter I have been waiting for a long time for you

“She will come bearing a gift. A shard of the soul mirror, tainted with Mirari’s blood. This is the girl you have been looking for.” It wasn’t that I doubted the goddess of wisdom and knowledge. I simply stopped believing that things would ever change. That our problem had any form of solution. I plucked the jagged piece of mirror out of thin air. Over the years, the most basic forms of magic were taking more and more energy. It was an omen; one I wasn’t quite ready to face. Faint pulses of magic clung to the scrap, tied within the dried specks of blood. Disbelief formed crystals of ice in my chest, muffling the flame the mortal had stoked.

THE day passed and now it was time for the ball to take place. The day passed quickly because of our preparations. I have also been busy these past few days for the Anniversary but Keiron is helping me so I did not struggle anymore. And one more thing, I told the twins that I will not introduce them to the public, which they understood, so I do not have a problem with the two of them. I just finished getting ready and now I am looking at the big mirror in our room as I smile. I was wearing a red tube gown and my mask was black in colour. My hair is in a bun to make my gown appear more elegantly and my make up is light.

We are working on getting rid of the diaper, but so far we’ve come to the agreement of one that can resemble underwear, and in which he can actually sit on the toilet with if he shows interest. “No, Mirage.. Eeew!” Liam shouts from the bathroom, and I pick Micha back up to see what is going on. Of all our three pups Mirage is by far the one who has shown the most powers. She has definitely inherited my magic, while both Micha and Layla have shown magic in different areas. Micha can move things with his mind or hands, heal small wounds and disappear from one place to another in a blink of an eye - which is what he did just before. Layla can communicate with animals, that one is pretty strong

he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.” Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Understood.” They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel. “Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement. Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.