Miraculous Season 4 Novels & Stories

"What are you doing, bro?" Liam turned, startled, to see Mira standing near the procurement team, her gaze steady. She stepped forward. "I have the heart." For a moment, Liam couldn’t process what she had just said. His heart pounded. "What?" His voice was barely above a whisper. Mira nodded, a small, determined smile on her face. "We have the heart." A miracle. Just when hope had all but slipped through his fingers, it came crashing back in. Liam took a step closer, his mind racing. "How—? How did you get it?"

With abs, I could bounce a brown cookie on and then frantically suck off any crumbs. Don’t you dare, Kira! I submerged my head under water to wash all those sinful memories away. Gabriel was more attractive than he should have been. However, it was crucial for me to leave him in the past so that I could start the new year free of the burden of forbidden love.

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

"She's going to see Elena graduate. Get married. Have children." "I know." "Are you jealous?" Mira shook her head. "I'm grateful." "For what?" "That Elena has someone." "She has you." Mira smiled. "I'm not going to be here much longer." "I know." "Promise me something." "What?" "Take care of her." He took her hand. "I promise." --- Mira died on a Tuesday. Lucien was holding her hand. Elena was standing by the door. The monitors flatlined. The nurses rushed in.

“Well damn, someone’s feeling generous.” Scarlet raised a brow. “You ordered this?” Mira laughed and waved her hand. “Hell yes." They brought it inside and opened it up. The scent of vanilla and cherries filled the air. Scarlet couldn’t help but smile faintly...it was a small, fleeting moment of normalcy in a world that never gave her peace. “Congratulations, Scar,” Mira said with a smirk, grabbing a fork. “You unlocked another power, healed a dying Alpha, and didn’t get murdered. That’s a fucking achievement.”

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.

Then they moved forward, carrying Mira and our newborn toward the mansion. “Will she be alright?” I mumbled as the head of the healers laid her back to her bed, checking on her pulse. The others were already carrying warm water to clean her body and stop the bleeding. “It’ll take her a long time to fully recover,” the healer then whispered lowly after taking some time to observe her condition. “Actually, what happened in the ritual site was a miracle for all of us. We witnessed something so powerful and impossible to think for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain this, Alpha.”

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

We ate in silence, the warmth of the cottage seeping into our bones. "Where are you going?" Mira asked. Her eyes were kind, but they missed nothing. "East," I said. "To the mountains. There is a sanctuary there." Mira nodded. "I know the sanctuary. The healers there are skilled. They will help your friend." She looked at Seraphiel. "The seed in his chest. It is Mo magic. Dangerous. But they will know how to remove it." Seraphiel's hand went to his chest. "Will it kill me?"

I looked at her lifeless body and said, “If we get another chance, I hope we never meet.” My soul had become completely transparent. Then, despite the late hour, a bright light flashed. I stepped into the light. The warmth was something I had not felt in a long time. There was a mirror inside the light. I saw a scene reflected in it. Miranda was standing in front of a cross. She bowed her head with eyes closed and a rosary in her hands. She said devotedly, “May Jasper finally get what his heart truly desires.” I looked at the calendar on the wall. That was from before I died.