Miraculous Season 4 Novels & Stories

Did Gregory have a regular date who was ready spill the beans on his business? He had debated long and hard about coming to this meeting, but a phone call from Victor had decided it. They had received a phone call from Gregory Holmsworth’s assistant indicating that Mirage was now safe, but they did not trust the information. With Award season coming, Mirage could not stay in the safety and seclusion of their house indefinitely, nor could she live her life in Alexei’s shadow. They needed to know whether they could trust that the problem had been resolved and that Mirage could move around freely without fearing abduction.

Dad picked her up at her lab on his way home today so she could be in on the discussion. Radar is next to me. Plush sits opposite her, and of course Lights is next to Plush, holding her hand. On Radar’s other side is Doc. Her real name is April, but she’s Doc because of her Power. She can heal most cuts and bruises almost instantly, and is getting better and better at speeding the healing of much more serious wounds, especially if she can get to them quickly enough. She’s half Asian, with long, very fine black hair and a beautiful tan complexion. She’s the quietest and most introverted of all the Miracles. I think at least part of that comes from all the wounds and injuries she’s seen since

But it didn’t last. Just as engines were being prepped and men were stacking gear, the door at the far end of the room creaked open. Mireya stepped through, her stick tapping the wood with a pulse like a warning. “You go quick,” she rasped, not looking to any of us but to Evelynn. “And you go with the Moon at your side. But know this - there are tongues of darkness that lick farther than Varick’s reach. Ending one head may not stop the thing that hungers.”

Their eyes met across the battlefield. “You’re too late,” Mira called, her voice echoing like thunder. “The storm is mine. The world will be reborn—free from Council lies, free from Vein shackles. Free of weakness.” “You’re the only one shackled!” Aria shouted back. “By your obsession. Your pain!” “I’m beyond pain,” Mira said, stepping down from the altar as the core above it began to spin, forming a vortex of silver and black. “I’ve become what we were meant to be!”

she whispered. Syra squeezed back. “I don’t think so.” She looked around. “I think it’s us.” Something moved at the edge of the glass horizon. Sera tensed. “Did you see that?” Syra didn’t blink. “Yeah.” A figure stepped through the mirage slow, deliberate. Dressed in black. Eyes rimmed in familiar red. It was Mira. But not quite. Not a ghost. Not a hallucination. This Mira was younger. Sharper. Almost… elegant.

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.

He wanted me to stop but he looked helpless. I opened my eyes again and sat up with a loud gasp. I was gasping for air. I was all sweaty. I looked around while coughing hard. I was inside my bedroom. I sighed and ran my fingers through my curly hair. I looked up at the door. I screamed loudly as I saw her for the first time in front of me. "Don't worry, Mira. The Angels are coming. They could not save me but they will rescue my beloved baby sister." She said and I jumped off of my bed. I went towards her. I wanted to touch her but as I went closer, she suddenly disappeared. I moved the curtains and looked around. But she was gone.

I grabbed the remote off the glass table and my hand was shaking a little when I hit the power button. The screen flickered to life on a morning news program, bright studio lights, a woman in a red blazer smiling at the camera. Behind her, in the corner of the screen, was a photograph. Of me. Not Vivian. Veronica, in the midnight blue gown, my platinum hair catching the chandelier light, standing beside Julian at the auction table. My whole body went stiff. I stared at my own face on national television, waiting for the anchor to say the words that would end everything, waiting for someone somewhere to recognize the shape of my jaw or the line of my mouth under all that makeup and blonde dye

[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.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.