Miraculous Volpina Novels & Stories

the door opened, and a servant walked in, pushing a trolley filled with what seemed like a lavish dinner. "His Highness insists you eat," she said, setting the table quickly and making her way to the door. My eyes followed her. "Wait," I called out softly. "What's your name?" The servant paused, looked at me for a long moment, and then said, "It's Mira, miss." "Mira, do you think I'll ever get out of here?" She hesitated. "That's not for me to say, miss. But in Vampyria, it's always best to keep your hopes low."

Sayler clung to my leg, burying his face in my dress, whimpering. "Don't look, baby," I whispered, but I couldn't look away. The smoke began to clear, drifting away on the wind as if commanded by an invisible hand. The woman stood at the foot of the main steps, surrounded by the six elite guards in their black armor. The spotlight from the roof caught her face, illuminating the cruel, beautiful smile that played on her lips. Veronica. She looked up. She looked straight up at the roof, directly at me, as if I were the only person in the world. Her eyes weren't their normal blue; they glowed with a faint, unnatural purple light—the sign of Morana’s magic coursing through her.

"I know what you are planning, but you won't be able to do it." Mira was handed a vial of green liquid to drink. "Take this," Mira said. "I made it just for you." "What is this? You want me to drink this poison?" "It's a potion to make you a little bit easier to control." "Oh! Verena laughed. "You want to manipulate me with this? You made it?" She rolled her eyes. "Is this what you've been giving your followers, Leonardo? It's all making sense now." "Drink it!" Mira yelled.

Then she looked at Naelis and Zoran with a look of surprise. "Is she okay?" Naelis asked, her voice sounded like a small whisper. Mira nodded slowly, but she still looked worried and hesitant. Then she decided to tell Zoran and Naelis the truth. "Vennis is not just a regular wolf… It seems she is a spirit walker." Naelis frowned, looking confused as she had heard many stories about magic, but this was new. "A spirit walker?" Naelis asked. "What is a spirit walker, mother? Is it dangerous?"

Instead it wasn’t her grunting. Micah stood in front of her, a blackened scorch across his side where the magic had struck. Though it didn’t seem to faze him as his eyes locked on Lillian with growing horror. “That’s not just Lillian,” he stammered. “That’s Melania.” Across the battlefield, Lillian twitched violently, her movements no longer smooth, her magic flaring uncontrollably. Her eyes flickered–burning red, then back to blue, then to an eerie, soulless black.

she shrieked, stumbling off the cart and landing face-first into a basket of turnips. I walked over, arms crossed, sword casually sheathed at my hip. “You okay, Algebra?” I asked sweetly. “Don’t talk to me, traitor!” she hissed from the ground, flailing as turnips rolled dramatically around her. “You’ll regret scorning the TRUE heir of MacMayer! I have summoned the lost magic of Volcarth!” “Volcarth?” I blinked. “That’s not even a real mage. That’s a vegetable stew.”

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!”

Like a lie she wanted to believe so badly. How did she never see that before? The depth. The calm. The softness. She thought there was something to enfold when she looked at them more. A way to unravel the mystery called Vladimir Perazzo. Was it even possible? “IT’S A BOY!” a loud scream reached and burst the bubble they both seemed to be in. She blinked. Vladimir tensed up while Zarina felt like she woke up from a dream. “Where are you, Mir?” the voice enquired again, growing closer. “Finally, it’s time for celebration!”

Runiel captain of the Northern Ciastles, father’s number one army, it was time, time to make them pay, the other lady was a witch, he could tell but her powers, he couldn’t. “Are you ready?”, Adolpha said, looking at Iranna who looked quite concentrated on eliminating the soldiers, this kind of determination, you couldn’t find it in the market, Adolpha knew. They began muttering some magical words, Iranna Asgorn’s eyes, turning godlike, it was time she knew, bringing out the mirror, the wolves hurling their weapons at the two of them, “Wrong mistake.”, Alec Emma muttered, something which looked like light appeared from the mirror, and it was all white

He collided with the wall then fell on the ground with a loud thud. Using a spell, Marsha tied Mira with the ropes of her power. Mira tried to move but instead, she fell on the ground. "Your child is mine. I will take it's soul to my masters. They will reward me with amazing power." Marsha roared at Mira and tried to stab Mira with the sword Lucifer had sent for Mira. Sierra threw the ninja blades on Marsha and one of the blades went through Marsha's belly. She spat blood as she fell on the ground, clutching her stomach. Mira's eyes glowed and she broke free from the spell ropes.