Miraculous Ty Novels & Stories

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

"We can use this to our advantage. Tyler's weakness for Elysia is clear, and we can exploit that." I nodded, a plan forming in my mind. "I need the substance, Mira," I said, my voice firm. "The one that will make Tyler forget all about Elysia and focus on me and our child." Mira nodded, retrieving a small pouch from her cloak. "I thought you might need this," she said, handing it to me. "You know how to use it, don't you?" I nodded, a cold smile spreading across my face. "Yes, I do. And I'll make sure Tyler regrets ever crossing me." Mira's eyes gleamed with approval,

Mother Mary explained to Mirabel, who was staring at the Laki sand. She walked to a round stone table in the middle of the room and pressed her hand into the interior of the table, causing the inner part of the table to go in and shortly reveal a round orb that was emitting a dense blue light. "What is that?" Mirabel asked as she walked forward to stand beside Mother Mary at the table. "It's the Blue Miracle." Mother Mary smiled as she spoke and stared at the blue orb. "The Blue Miracle." Mirabel nodded as she repeated, completely clueless as to what the Blue Miracle was.

Last night, my friend Finley, upon hearing the news that I was going back to my home country, insisted on drinking with me until we were both drunk, and eventually we returned to our respective rooms intoxicated. I remembered riding the elevator alone to my floor, slightly unsteady on my feet. I stumbled into the room without turning on the lights, heading straight for the bed. However, as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I was shocked to discover someone was already lying there—a man. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed, breathing steadily, looking like he was resting or asleep. Moonlight filtered through the curtain gaps, illuminating a breathtaking face—sharp features, a promin

I wondered how to make myself appear again; I wanted Kiran to see me, and it felt like I was stepping through a bubble as I was transferred from one realm to another, and he smiled as I appeared in front of him. “What was that?” I asked him, as he put his arm around my shoulder. “Just a little something I’ve been working on for a few months now,” Kiran said. “I wanted to see if it was possible to completely disappear from this realm, yet still be here, see and hear everything, but not be physically present.” My father had just taught me something magnificent, an unknown magical spell he had conjured up on his own. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t deserve this,” I said, and looked down bri

“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.”

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

he remarked, having already divested himself of his attire and taken his position around the flickering fire bowl. "Have you all brought your chosen crystals?" I asked, my hand opening to reveal mine - a small, flat disc of rainbow obsidian. I had carefully selected this particular crystal for its innate ability to liberate its possessor from the shackles of past pain. It symbolized my commitment to let go of any emotional baggage from the past and remain open to my chosen mates, including Tyler. Though he had recovered from the stabbing, he still remained at the clinic with Amanda and her hunter, who diligently worked around the clock to unravel the scientific complexities of what had befal

she was confident, as the people she thought long gone were alive, Isn't that enough to believe in miracles, That assurance made Myra gain herself back and they headed back to the forest, but her mind was still puzzled, Who could be that? That man with a big car, they don't have a relative who matches the description, then who? ********************

*** ‎Killian I claw at my chest, pain ripping through me as I sink into the seat, letting out a low, restrained growl. The curse is consuming me—I doubt I can hold it back much longer. According to the prophecy, only one person can heal me and break my curse. My mate. I've met her once. That unforgettable night. I may not remember what she looked like, but the warm, tender, healing touch of her delicate hands is unforgettable. With one touch, she eased my curse that night and silenced my 684 years of endless wakefulness. If I hadn't gotten carried away by that moment of peace and pleasure, I wouldn't have woken to find her gone.