Miraculous Ty Novels & Stories

It felt like a bomb went off in my head. No one else saw it but I did. The white wolf capabilities are fucking insane. It can cast a mirage on you and turn what seems to be your victory to his victory. That was what happened that no one else noticed except Tyler and I. I wonder if he has other wolves and what other crazy moves they possessed. If only Aiden was strong enough to drag the fight a little longer I might have seen a little more of his trump cards but now I doubt I ever will. Alec never reveals his trump cards, he always keeps it hidden until when it is needed.

A week ago, Lucy had reserved the table for one of their VIP and he had given her a huge sum of money for her job well done. If she could only meet that person again, she'd be free from her debt-full self. "Good day Mr. Maxwell, your table has been reserved." She smiled at the man that was walking toward the VIP section. "I am Troy Negatti and Mr. Maxwell is on his way." The guy smiled at her and she nodded foolishly. Damn! this was not going to work. The doorbell rang and when her eyes met the person that had walked in, She jerked.. moving back.

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.

I ask the witch when she reaches into the trunk of a car she’s somehow driven through the closely planted trees. She hands me a cardboard tray packed with a dozen peat pots, each with a single white teardrop leaf poking from the soil. “This particular crop? Revenge.” She grins, and in that moment, with a last ray of evening sunlight filtering through the canopy and lighting her face in mellow gold, she doesn’t seem old at all. She seems vital and alive and very, very dangerous.

I asked, looking around for an Alfiero among the throng of people. Maliya let out a soft groan of annoyance. “It’s only been ten minutes, Gee. Seriously, you’ve asked this question a hundred times since they left.” I tousled my hair with my hands, unable to simply stand still anymore. Just then, a light blue wisp of glittering magic appeared before me. It then took on the form of a cute little hummingbird while retaining its wispy and translucent state.

Her eyes held anxiousness, worries, fear, and her expressions let me conclude that she had never something like Miracle. The lady must have been a werewolf or something supernatural for she disappeared in an instant after that unwanted encounter. Unlike Emma's wolf Emmy, Miracle is a brown wolf with a brown, thick, bushy tail, and long ears with light chocolate inner skin. Miracle is a huge wolf. Emma didn’t believe it after she saw Miracle for the first time.

Morris said nothing as he held the bigger card leaving the smaller figure no choice but to kneel obediently. "I did as you said. Don't kill him, please let him go" an angel voice pleads as she kneels before a tyrant staring at her as if a hunter waiting to devour his prey. "I'm not done yet, angel. We barely start." Morris said as he wiped Clare's tears away. "Now be a good girl and suck it," Morris said as his hand motioned his already hardened cock. Clare's eyes widen with fear, she gulps as the imperious thought occupy her mind ‘The size is inhumane’

"You are the Miracle Doctor. You are Lyra St. James. You are Thalassa Miravel. You are all of them and you are about to change everything." The reflection did not answer, but the eyes behind the mask looked a little less sad than they had this morning. That was something…right?

I stepped from the circle and went to the full-length mirror. The most noticeable difference was my eyes. The irises kept changing color. One second they were gold, the next they were green. The longer I stared in the mirror the more colors I saw, including blue, brown, red, silver, and indigo. "The seven magics," I whispered, understanding dawning on me. "That's right." He stood so I could see his reflection in the mirror. "Not only that, but look." He turned me around so that I had to look over my shoulder to see my back.

Within the white light, a spirit treasure appeared. Without hesitation, Adrian reached out to grab it. In the next moment, the treasure materialized in his hand. He let out a cold laugh and said, “Not bad, not bad. This one's for you, Tyron. You haven’t obtained any spirit treasures, have you?” He handed the small white object—a pearl—to Tyron.