Miraculous Puppeteer Novels & Stories

Lucien would handsomely reward anyone who brought even a finger of such a magician to him, so I know I need to be extremely careful not to be caught. The boy that I had made a puppet last night, I had him cover my tracks at the same time, my puppet spell gave him power to the point that he nearly murdered one of the bullies today. It was amusing to know he was beating his enemies, something I wanted to do too when I was much younger than him but I couldn't. The boy was so full of hatred for them, that he tried to use more power, the type that would make people suspicious. It nearly got me in trouble.

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

Candice was brought back to Alex's own home. She felt like a puppet with no thoughts of her own and could only follow Alex's lead. Her mind was blank, and her body was weighted down as if filled with lead. Alex guided her into the study. "I wasn't planning on showing you this so soon, but after trying to explain it over and over, I realized you wouldn't believe me... Candice, I'm giving you the Elysian empire. Can this prove my sincerity to you?"

“Stop struggling. You're lucky to die in my hands.” Greg smiled and untied one of the men. He was far stronger than the other guy and had no fear that he would escape. The student trembled in fear as he was untied, so scared that he could not speak. Greg was very disappointed at his cowardice. He could only make some relatively robotic puppets before this. Although the puppets would listen to him, they were too stiff. Now that he had found a way to make a humanoid puppet that truly belonged to him, he could not miss this good opportunity.

“She’s anchor.” She yanked Echo back and raised her wrist, the cuff still active. She could see the simulation threads now, woven like puppet strings through this entire fake nursery. She didn’t just cut them. She burned them. A wave of psychic heat erupted from her skin, distorting the child’s image. It screamed, not like a girl, but like feedback from a corrupted drive. “No!” the voice twisted. “You need me! You’re nothing without the pain…” Mira stepped into the collapsing construct. Her voice was thunder.

Miracle exclaimed, her reddened eyes burning with fury. A surge of energy broke through from her body, restoring her energy to move. Without delay, she immediately summoned her sword and charged forward. Just as she poised to strike the creature with all her might, its face suddenly changed... To someone she didn't expect—Melvin. She wavered. In her brief moment of hesitancy, the Mynheex pounced on her. It drove its claws deep into her chest and snatched away her precious pearl. The next second, Miracle jerked awake, finding herself in her room once more, her breathing ragged.

"This is our fault, Elder Langdon. We won't do it again!" "Elder Langdon, I refined this puppet using my oldest disciple. His physique is strong, and he's a martial nirvana. Please treat this as my apology." Thorn suddenly remembered he had a good-quality zombie puppet and quickly offered it.

"Thanks." "You should get it treated," Mira stated expressionlessly. Something flashed in her eyes. A moment later, she directed her attention back to the unconscious Jaron. She approached him, grabbing his body roughly. Her right hand rummaged her pocket, seemingly trying to fish out for something. It was a black rope containing the soul restraining power. One of the materials to make such a thing included black crystals. Mira had used the rope a few times to destroy some evil spirits. As soon as evils spirits made contact with the rope, they would evaporate into nothingness.

she whispered softly. That figure stood before her once again, aiming a gun right at her. "I... I have already been through this," Sua murmured, her knees nearly giving way. However, the voice of the incantation within her was not yet finished. Shivering, she pressed on. "That which rusts, that which freezes. Shall no longer bind the soul's traces. Let all shadows go home in the light. Return, return in peace." The illusion began to crack. The light of the incantation circled Sua's body, and the wartime world shattered like glass struck by a hammer.

She closed her eyes, squeezing her left hand beneath the table. Her voice caught in her throat. She stared at the Pontifex, her eyes welling with tears. "How... how could you possibly know?" The Pontifex showed no surprise at her emotional reaction. Instead, the old man's warm smile radiated a profound peace that gradually dissolved her rising panic.