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.

"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.

"No, you're overthinking it. Becoming an evil god isn't half as easy as you think it is. Dark energy is just one of many factors." Wilbur raised his hand, and a ball of black miasma appeared on his palm. It grew in size, before turning into a puppet that looked identical to Wilbur. "There you are!" The Dark Lord darted up to the puppet, swinging his sword toward it. The puppet disappeared and showed up behind the Dark Lord the next second, something that the Dark Lord seemed to have guessed would happen. He turned around and struck the puppet, who raised the Magic Dragon Blade it was holding to block the attack while backing up several meters.

She nodded, and the relief on her face was obvious. I studied her for a moment. Money had never been a problem in my family, thanks to my grandmother’s business skills. I could only imagine what it felt like to have debt hanging over your head, affecting your quality of life, and then suddenly having it disappear. The relief and the small smile that appeared on her face made her even prettier. “Thank you, Mr. Torrens... I mean, Albert.” I smiled. “We’re quite a pair of lunatics, aren’t we?”

“Please don’t choose him.” Her throat tightened. “I would never—” “Maeve!” the reflection snarled. Mirror-Cade lunged. Maeve dove aside, rolling across the glassy floor. The puppet slammed into the mirror she’d just been touching, cracking it. He stepped out of the impact without pausing. Emotionless. Endless. Unstoppable. Maeve scrambled toward the golden mirror, but the reflection cut her off with a swipe of shadow that flung her backward.

His eyes darken. ‎ ‎“I, Alpha Zachary Ledger, reject you, Scarlet Benjamin, as my mate and the Luna of Crystal Claw Pack.”