Miraculous Puppeteer Novels & Stories

“You have the power to protect, to trap, to rewind. You’re a tether, Mira. A living fulcrum. I’m the blade. The strike that only lands if you're holding the moment steady.” I shook my head, a headache springing up from trying to process so many things at the same time. “Lira, can you break this down? Simplest terms. Explain this to me like I'm just a child, and not the Mira who's supposed to save the goddamn world from a psychopathic dark magician and who has no idea how to even start.” She heaved. "You underestimate yourself too much, Mirabel.” She pulled out a dagger from her belt, which I had not noticed all this while. Then, she unsheathed it and stretched it to my face.

“M-Magic mirror?” “Yes, a gift from the Seer,” he continued. “It is a powerful mirror which was created by the great human, Merlin, himself. I don’t know how the Seer managed to snatch a precious artifact, but it helped me see anything outside the tower.” He dropped four cubes of sugar after pouring tea. While he was busy stirring the excessive sugar to his cup, I was still unsure how to respond after learning he had been watching me. In fact, another thought resurfaced in my mind..

But he was not weak he just needed time to get out of this web. Inside. Nicklaus persistently attacked Mirabel brutishly even as Cyrus continued forcing his already dying puppet to keep standing. The demon power had taken full control of Mirabel’s body, and it fought back as a being by itself without any care for the welfare of the puppet. It did not care if the puppet will break over and over again. He would just use it as long as it could still stands.

“Master, I can do that as well.” “No, you can’t.” To my surprise, it was Leviathan who spoke in disagreement with Mammon. “Brother, you can only mimic a human if you are possessing their body. You are incapable of creating another similar body with your magic. As much as I hate to say this, Belzeebub is the only one who can create the perfect puppet imitate the master.” In my mind, I was going to praise Leviathan for being mature enough o say it, but then he starts to bury his face in his hands and weep. “I’m sorry for being useless!” Ah. There he is. The crybaby is back in the room.

She merely watched coldly as her golden-red blood poured out slowly, soaking the tips of her fingers and dripping into the golden chalice held directly by the Pope. "Incredible..." the Pope muttered, his eyes widening with pure madness as he saw that the incision no longer released ordinary blood, but a pure, glowing fluid. "Look, Elenor! My aging skin is tightening just from breathing in its scent!" Elenor offered a bitter smile. "You... have gone mad, Pope." "Mad? No, I am almost there! Just a little more." Laughing hoarsely, the Pope set the chalice down and raised both hands above Elenor’s head. He began to chant a forbidden spell unheard of for a thousand years.

Wait that's a bad thing, they've actually just shown me their identities, they're not planning on letting us go. "Can you please shut that thing up?" Small robber dude shouts from the front, I look down at the baby I didn't know how, I wasn't a mother and that's who she wanted right now. I bounce her but it wasn't working again she didn't want me! Tall robber dude leans over to the front opening the glove box, while smacking the other dude up the head. "She's a baby idiot! Here don't worry it's clean" he says sitting back holding a pink dummy in his hand, I take it from him putting into her mouth which slowly makes her calm down.

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

“Sir, I might have some insight on what happened tonight.” “Speak then, Porter.” Maverick grunted. Porter’s spine straightened. His eyes flicked over Knight and I before darting over to where Damon knelt beside Jolene, Andrés, and Titus Einar. “As you know my mother was a null, sir, and my father a powerful shield. My ability allows me to block out other peoples abilities. I can project it, which is why you and the Alpha’s decided to hire me on.” Eyes the color of a grassy field grew tight around the corners. “I felt the Puppetmaster while I was shielding all of you. He was poking around my protections trying to find a way in. When he couldn’t get to all of you he latched onto the next best

Jonas had no choice but to stop. "This is my true form," said the woman, realizing Jonah's confusion. Following this, she thundered her fingers, and they both appeared in a camp. The place looked poor, and there were barely four tents. When Lucifer and Jonah appeared, they saw a little man with no hands and legs, who was wallowing on the ground, similar to chickens when they decide to bathe in puddles of earth. When he saw him, he crawled quickly like a worm, until he entered the biggest tent, he seemed afraid.