Miraculous Volpina Novels & Stories

I went to her side right away; gave her a hug I was glad that she was alive. When I broke the hug, I could see that she had a confuse look on her face. Then I took notice that her fur was shining. I notice everyone was looking at her, I told her I will show her. I took out my phone, and place on the camera I pointed it to her directions. So, she could see for herself, once she saw her reflection, I can tell she had questions, especially the mark that was now on her forehead. Mileena shifted back this time she still had her clothes on. A Few minutes later the elders approached then Elder Vernon told Mileena that she was destin for greatness.

I cut her off, feeling the pound of my heart. She looks at me, and her eyes fill with tears. "I read the book - All the bright places. That is not your story, Viola. You are not Finch, you are Violet, all the colours in full brightness, and it hurts so much that you can not see yourself how we see you." She quietly cries and I will very much like to blame her tears on the pregnancy and on not that I broke her heart. "You saved my life, Viola." She dries her tears with a tissue.

“Sir. Word from the banquet came back. Malachy chose a bride, but it wasn’t the human girl as we had previously thought. It was Mirabella Gonzalez from the Red Moon Coven. They are currently on their way back to Spain to prepare for the ceremony.” The red eyes slowly turned back to their original ice blue as the vampire stood at full attention and wiped his mouth with a silk napkin on his desk. “Interesting. So how did the little human fare while Malachy chose another?” He ran his hands through his perfectly coiffed black hair.

Every tree, every rock, every gust of wind seemed to whisper of dangers lurking just beyond the horizon. Lia’s wrist-mark had been flaring with more intensity over the past few days, the power within her growing stronger, and yet more volatile. The strange "Mirror Soul" ability—this gift, or curse—was becoming harder to control. Every time she replicated magic, it drained her energy, leaving her weak and vulnerable. But she couldn’t stop. The Heart of the Greykin was still out there, and it was the only hope for her people. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.

“For now, we wait for her to be crowned.” A week later, the day of the eclipse... Jubilant music played as everyone waited for the coronation. The ball room was filled with demons enjoying their blood wine. On the other hand, Veronica Vane was on her chamber waiting for her to be called by Lilith. She was standing in front of a huge mirror wearing a black ball gown, with that perfectly sits on her curves, the gown has thin golden vines around it, glittered that shines whenever any light reflects on it. Her hair tied into a curled plait bun, some strands of her cascading by her rosy cheeks, and her lips colored as red as cherry. A smile curved on her lips as she curls the hair cascading by he

Hadn't I sacrificed my happiness in the misguided hope of salvaging our marriage? Carmen's laughter echoed in my ears, a constant reminder of my shortcomings. I realized then that if I wanted to regain control of my life, I would have to confront my demons head-on. So I stood there, foolishly, grappling with my sense of inadequacy, memories of my ex-wife Mira flooded my mind. She had been a master manipulator, using my love for her to bend me to her will. And now, it seemed that Carmen was following in her footsteps, using my emotions against me to assert her dominance.

And then I saw it— I mean, really saw it. The trees. They were standing tall looking green and vibrant. Those were the same trees that had stayed dry and lifeless for the last four years. They hadn’t been like this since… Since Elira. I lifted my eyes and then I saw it. A faint glow above her. A symbol. A stain I had long erased from my memory, one I thought would never come back. It was the same mark that had glowed over Elira as she drew in her last breath. A red dragon with a half moon tail.

After saying that, I used my leg to put pressure on his until he fell, and then I used my arms to hold him on the ground until he tapped me three times. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s congratulate Luna Elena!” Everyone cheered, and I raised my hand in celebration. It was news worth stunning many of the members. I smirked and glanced at Bryson’s defeated and humiliated face. It's funny how easy I defeated him though, almost killing me to boredom. Then suddenly, while I stared at his defeated face, Prince Deacon's cold appearance flushed in my mind. He's the known god of war. Best of the best. Thinking of that, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if I spar with him.

Dust motes swirled around him as he flipped to the chapter on witches. "The Witch's Allure," he read under his breath, "a natural pheromonal magic that enhances a witch's charisma. While often mistaken for deliberate enchantment, the allure is an involuntary trait..." An involuntary growl rumbled in his chest. Involuntary. Meaning Rita wasn't doing this to him on purpose. Meaning his father was wrong about— The page tore under his fingers. Nathan cursed, smoothing the parchment. His eyes caught on a footnote at the bottom: See also: Fated Bonds for cases of supernatural attraction overriding species instinct.

Dear Mira, As per your previous request, the council has already provided me with Vesmon's travel files. Upon reviewing them, I came across something intriguing. It appears that when Vesmon met a doctor at an event, he underwent a significant change and began to behave like a fallen rogue. According to the latest report received by the council, he became excessively obsessed with the dirty money he gained from abducting creatures. In addition to his obsession with you, it seems that someone was influencing him. This individual possessed considerable knowledge about our kind and was not human. Please be cautious, Mira.