Miraculous Season 4 Novels & Stories

Alex concluded with them and turned back to the work he had built up on his table Brain and Caleb left and informed the maids on all they would be needing for the ritual and they should get it in place little by little before the main day for the ceremony arrives. As for Mira she was still in coma and under going fast healing since the healing clay was still in her system, her coma was full of weird dreams she saw herself in the story her mum had told her when she was little, she saw herself as the little girl her mum escaped with. "Mummy, daddy is dead?" little Mira said as she watched her mum sob.

This made him hurt and angry at the same time. He was hurt that she has been suffering silently without anybody to help her. He was angry that she did not trust him enough to tell him her troubles. What he saw was not an ordinary thing. He had never heard of someone's body parts turning transparent nor even heard about it. It was his first time for him such a miracle, or should he call it horror? " I'm sorry." That's all Mira could say as she stifled a sob.

"Then Malachai emerges from his exile and casts your precious new world to its death. The age of chaos ends. The Era of Ideal Rule is renewed.” The figure vanished and Mira’s lifeless body was the only thing left. Draven and I thrashed against the nets, finally breaking loose after what felt like agonizing hours. I ran to Mira to check on her while Draven looked at where the portal was. “She is alive,” I called over, feeling a faint pulse. "Barely. We have to get her to healers at once.” “The portal is sealed shut,” Draven snarled his frustration. I can't form a trace of that. The magic signature is gone."

Mira walked to the exit as she said, "Because I won't be alive to accept the credits." # "You..." Alistair slammed Mira to the chair. "I'd guess there are four conditions that are important for you to regain your power. Me, Adeline's blood, the Eclipse, and Trinity's knowledge of dark magic," Mira said, still grinning from ear to ear. “But what will happen if one of the conditions is taken out?” “Mira…” Alistair growled. "If you go there to save your princess, Stefano and his executioners would be waiting."

Mira POV I wiped my face quickly, my fingers trembling. I had cried enough. I knew now—there was no running from what the moon goddess had given me. My destiny wasn’t about revenge. It wasn’t about the hatred I carried or the love I feared. It was bigger than me. And no amount of heartbreak could be allowed to break me. I took a deep breath and stood up. My legs felt weak, but I forced them to move. No more hiding. No more letting my pain trap me. If I was truly meant to bridge the worlds—to heal what had been broken—I had to be stronger than this.

As long as there was still life in her we still have hope. "Is there not anything you can do about this? Something to stop the blood or...?" Damon said in a squeaked voice, his eyes moving from Dr Ricardo to Precious and back to the doctor. "Hold on a minute, Miracle is back from London. He returned two nights ago and I believe he can help us out." Father suggested, his eyes shining brightly with his idea and his face beamed with a smile. "Wow, he's back. Let's call him in." Tiger said excitedly, and he rushed to the door when father stopped him.

I murmured, watching the double doors at the far end of the hall as if there would be some monster coming in at any moment, before voicing out my worry, "She’s not the type to let a spotlight shine on someone else without trying to steal it." "If she comes, she will regret it," Deacon promised with finality in his tone. He understood who I meant without me even needing to specify. As if summoned by his words, the heavy oak doors at the entrance didn’t just open. They slammed against the walls with such force that the wood cracked. The sound was like a gunshot in the enclosed space, halting everyone. And there she was.

Damien lunged forward to grab her, but the Seer threw out her arm to stop him. “Don’t touch her!” she yelled. “It’s inside her now. We can’t risk contact.” I stepped forward. “Then what do we do? Let it take her?” Mira’s body slammed backward into the altar’s crumbling remains, bones rattling and cracking beneath her weight. The shadows wrapped around her, cocooning her, dragging her body up into the air. Her limbs flailed as if fighting something unseen, but her face—her face was blank, her eyes glowing black.

I sob. What did I do to make her betray me? It's not as if I knew she was Zachary's true mate and tried to steal him from her. I've always been a good sister to all my half-siblings, where did I go wrong? “Unsheathe your claws. Or maybe show us your wolf's eyes. Go ahead and shift. Tell them why you always disappear on full moon nights. Show them how you've been deceiving them.” It feels like the ground should open and swallow me as I tremble there, disarrayed, mortified, incapacitated, and terrified.

I stood there with her, holding onto her, praying for strength, for my brother, for her. Then, something miraculous occurred. Before my very eyes, the wounds on Sebastian’s body began to diminish, disappearing as though they had never been there. I could hardly bear to look away, astonished by the sight of it—an actual miracle unfolding. Eleanor’s power was real. She was healing him. But then, my heart sank as I noticed Eleanor stumbling, her hand weakly dropping to the ground. I rushed to her side immediately, panicking.