Miraculous Season 4 Novels & Stories

Everything seemed fine, but Naelis was still unconscious and wouldn't wake up. But when Mira moved her hands down to Naelis’s stomach, something strange happened and Mira’s eyes widened so far they looked like circles. She froze completely, her hands hovering in the air and she didn't move for a long time. "Sister? What is it?" Marek asked, leaning forward with a worried frown. "Is she poisoned? Is she dying?" Mira didn't say anything at first, as she looked confused and then her expression turned to shock. She closed her eyes and ran another magic scan on Naelis’s stomach, concentrating all her power.

“But no sad endings.” “No promises,” Aria teased. Mirabella smiled at them both, grateful for moments like these. For laughter. For normalcy. “Hey, Mira,” Beverly said softly, noticing the sudden change in her expression. “You okay?” Mirabella nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just thinking.” Aria leaned forward on the counter. “About Hunter?” Mirabella looked down. “Yeah.” “What about him?” Beverly asked gently. “I don’t know,” Mirabella said truthfully. “It’s just… complicated. I hate how much power he still has over me. But then he looks at me and I—” She stopped, her voice cracking. “I still feel everything.”

continued another. The cries of astonishment from the medical staff came one after another. The lead physician stood there as if frozen, truly witnessing a miracle - or rather, seeing a ghost come to life! Just moments ago, the person was clearly dead, yet now they were miraculously revived and alive; it was unbelievable, astonishing. Lucia and Bianca stood in place, equally shocked, unsure whether to be happy or angry. Lucia was the first to snap out of it, running over to the bed and calling out to Archie, "Husband!"

Something inside me buckled. I was going to— “You won’t.” The voice slid through the chaos like silk. Not a sound. A presence. I turned my head—or maybe my mind did—and there he was. Mikah. But not like before. He stood tall, glowing faintly in all white. Not translucent or distant like a ghost, but real. Solid. Strong. His dark eyes were calm, and in that stillness, I felt everything steady. “You won’t hurt anyone, Priscilla,” his voice said in my mind, soft but unshakable. “Not this time. Not ever again. You were never the weapon… You were always the cure.”

She growled as she was back to her feet, almost in a flash. I saw fire balls erupt from my hands and she threw them at me. I instinctively dodged it and it hit the couch. But to my surprise, instead of the couch burning up in flames, the fire died down as soon as it hit the couch. I turned to Clara. She also looked surprised nothing happened as well. Mom Megan must have done something before she left. "Mila," she called. My eyes darted to her wriggling fingers. Her right hand became red. Clara began to walk up to me slowly and I began to trace my steps backwards.

I barely had time to breathe before a strong hand caught my wrist. I gasped His touch still sent shiver down my spine. I hate how familiar it felt. I turned slowly. Damian towered over me, breathing hard. His eyes were wild as he stared at my face like he had seen a ghost. “You’re alive.” he said, for the first time ever, his voice sounded broken. I saw tears shining in his eyes. I gave him a beautiful, cold smile. “Do I know you?” The color drained from his face, Shock turned to pain, then what follows was rage. “Arianna…’

A few black crystals that were fatal to souls landed on the hooded person's body. Soon, Mira completely surrendered herself to fate. After all, this time, she won't be able to get out of the explosion's way. One black crystal had charred her arms black, even though she only received the aftershocks. This time, she would drag him with her to the grave. Mira felt the inexplicable relief that she finally had achieved what she wanted. However, at the last moment, Mira suddenly felt a sense of reluctance. Azarias's figure and her friends emerged in her mind. Mira abruptly opened her blurry eyes. She didn't know if it was an illusion played by the warlock, but she vaguely saw Azarias's figure.

Mira sobbed as she kept whispering her fears as she kissed him for the last time as she steeled her mind; In desperation, Mira transported them into her space. She raised her head as she felt the grass. Her eyes filled with hope as she remembered the hot spring and the healers’ words…. “Warm him inside out…”

A cold voice echoed behind her. She swirled, her heart stopping. Alexa stood before her, eyes glowing, lips curled into a cruel smile. Without delay, Mira took a fighting stance. “You're not real.” “You’re weak,” Alexa hissed. “You think you can defeat me? You're wrong, Mira. You’ll never beat me.” Mira held her stance, even though her leg was slightly trembling. “This isn’t real.” Alexa laughed. “Isn’t it? You think you’re strong because you opened a portal? You think you’re ready?”

But the older witches long for this time when they will once again be able to see and experience the grandure of how it was before the reign of the black witches. Mira suddenly felt a feeling of belongingness and unaware that tears are steaming from her eyes washing the stain in the mother crystal a tear that was like magic spreads and cleanse the years of oppression and bad deeds. Then when the mother crystal was totally cleaned and clear of any stain, Mira was envelope with incandescent reflection. An apparition appeared in front of her, glowing with equally bright reflection. The eyewitness ot what is happening was in awe. 'Mira my daughter I have been waiting for a long time for you