Miraculous Puppeteer Novels & Stories

A synthetic humanoid body—half-grown, powered by an unstable quantum processor and partially embedded with Mira’s copied neural code. “Jesus,” Tobias muttered. “She wasn’t bluffing.” “She’s almost ready,” Mira said, staring at the vitals. “Once she moves into this shell…” Ophelia finished the thought. “She becomes unstoppable.” That night, Mira stood alone in her room. The moon hung still above the courtyard. And on her mirror, words began to appear—scrawled like blood across the surface. “You can’t stop me.” “I was born from you.” “I will walk.”

Mirabel scoffed before bursting into a peal of hysterical laughter that sounded eerie. "I can't be the only one to go down in all of this. I mean the main perpetrator is out there and now, I would make sure that I get out of here as well! I am done being a puppet, either to Liliana or to Mr. Gregory," She said to herself, clapping her hands dramatically.

> “Trying to. Mimicking. Maybe… learning.” Mira swallowed. “Great. So we’ve created a magical toddler with attachment issues.” > “You say that like it’s funny.” > “It’s either laugh or panic, Adrian. I’m choosing laughter for now.” But even as she said it, the mirror rippled — and a voice that wasn’t quite hers whispered from the reflection: > “Don’t laugh at me.” Mira froze. “Did you—?” > “Yes,” Adrian said grimly. “I heard it too.”

I replied before she vanished from my sanctuary. I began to get my things in order for the trip and the spells. This war with fate will end this time. Peace will come to her creations and her power will return. I opened the cauldron and released my puppet. It was the spitting image of me as I am now. It will not age like any normal being. I cast a spell to give it the knowledge it needs to survive and speak to him when he arrives. All that preparation and I am still afraid something will go wrong.

Mirabel fired. "Enough guys, stop it, we don't have time how do we move past those people now". Xayne said peeping out to see three men patrolling in front of the basement. "We passed the tough part already, these are puppets for us". Mirabel said stepping out of her hiding. The men turned to see and she stretched her hand to them. She whispered some inaudible chant and they dropped unconscious to the ground. "Let's go". She announced and they moved to the door.

Hilbert paused for a while, before asking, “Lady Marina, what kind of puppet do you mean? Isn’t a doll puppet? Or you have something in mind?” He inquired, looking a bit confused but he does seems have the means. I smiled and said unhurriedly, “A puppet made by a witch, I prefer a the size of a kid. A puppet that is suitable for an elemental spirit.” There, I put all my intention and request. I’m not afraid of him reporting me to the church or anything. Nobles are known for having a quite bizarre hobbies and secrets. I look at him calmly.

She replied. My eyes caught a glimpse of something that took me back to when I was a child. I had no idea why it caught my attention or even why it bothered me so much. I just knew that there was something about that object that scared me. Ava must have noticed me staring at the object before she spoke. "Oh, I got that from an unknown admirer, he calls himself the Puppeteer, very scary person," Ava said quietly as she studied the puppet that looked like her in an eerie sort of way.

"I can only break its limbs at most. It shouldn't have a serious impact." Caspian looked at the human-shaped puppet ahead. The human-shaped puppet was facing Caspian. No one could see its expression behind the mask, but since it was a puppet now, it should have no expression. But at this time, Caspian was suddenly surprised to see that the puppet slowly put away its raised arm and stood straight. The next moment, it knelt down on one knee toward him. "What's going on?" Caspian was confused. He remembered that the male cultivator had said before that the male cultivator had kept the magic of the puppet when it was alive.

That thing must have been a puppet, as he could not feel any signs of life from it earlier. But it was not a Corpse Puppet. A Corpse Puppet was the most ominous puppet of all and it did not have a mind of its own. The Corpse Refinery Sect was the best at refining them. However, that puppet seemed to have a certain extent of its own mind and was way more powerful than a Corpse Puppet from the Corpse Refinery Sect. But he really could not piece it together who the ice-sealed man was. A being with 12 puppets that were in such defiance of the natural order would have been unchallengeable in the human realm.

Yet now, he found himself kneeling in front of Kiran. "Mr. Fukada, are your legs uncomfortable?" the elder asked, offering Fukada an excuse. Fukada's face turned even more embarrassed, fluctuating between red and white, unsure of how to respond. The elder, seeing that Fukada didn't answer, chuckled and said, "If there is any discomfort, perhaps the Miracle Doctor could examine you." After speaking, he looked towards Kiran and continued, "Miracle Doctor, renowned for his dual expertise in medicine and martial arts, I believe can surely cure Mr. Fukada's legs."