Miraculous Plagg Novels & Stories

She would never understand this family’s cutthroat methods. Patricia was the only innocent one among the three, but she dreaded to think about what might happen once Greg and Christian tainted her mind with manipulative teachings. “Of course not,” Camille said quietly. “My loyalty remains tied to your family.” “Good. Then you’ll have no problem doing this little mission for me, right?” Christian said, his voice turning chipper. Which only meant that bad news was coming, Camille dreaded. “What is it?” “I want you to get close to Michael McGregor.”

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

A loud gasp was heard and when I turned my head, I saw Miracle standing in the hallway, the plate falling from her hand hitting the floor, creating a loud sound that broke the silence between us. Damn it. How do I get out of this?

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

I managed to tell her through a parched throat as I turned towards Mirage’s unconscious form on the ground. Her eyes were closed, her hair scattered all around her head and I could see some blood at the corner of her forehead where she had hit her head while falling onto the floor. “What happened?” Sarah whispered to me, just as nervous as I was. “Our magic repelled.” I told her as fear crawled into my mind. “Mirage is probably trapped inside her own mind right now… What do we do, Sarah? I’m scared…” “It wasn’t your fault.” Sarah took a hold of my hands. “Mirage is strong; stronger than we give her credit for. She’ll pull through.”

“The guardian of this place. You must have no idea what the Cursed Mirror of the ancient Supreme Pack is. It is a relic that will suck any living creature with a soul once you come too close to it. That was what happened to you.” “So this isn’t a dream? Why did I see my dad earlier?” “What do you expect? This relic is named Cursed Mirror for possessing dark magic. Once you are sucked inside, you will be attacked by illusions until you are consumed by darkness and become a dark soul caged in here.”

Mira lowly whispered but it was very clear enough to make Angel sigh and nodded. Mira smiled assuringly and went back to her serious mode. Her bloodshot eyes were an indication that she was mad earlier and they turned into a very deep mauve. Then she snapped her fingertips and something magical suddenly happened on the earthy ground. “What the-!” Luca panicked and immediately wrapped his arms around his mate and his family. The earthly ground suddenly crumbled but it seems to move beneath their feet like a wave within just a split second. ‘Did she do that?’ Upon those words echoed through Mira’s hearing, she turned to look over them, particularly at the person who speaks in his thoughts, Ang

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

In the distance, I could see rows and rows of grapevines. Suddenly, the sun and blue sky vanished, replaced by gray clouds, and it began to rain. "Does the rain bother you?" he asked me. I lifted my head, savoring the cool droplets on my face. "No. A rainy day in Italy is still better than a good day anywhere else." He laughed, and that made me look at him. His shirt was gone, revealing his smooth chest and perfectly sculpted muscles that would have made Michelangelo weep with their beauty. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his chest.