Monarch Miraculous Novels & Stories

The ethereal figure of the celestial being came to life from the stone and smiled serenely down at the redheaded werewolf. ‘Welcome, my child,’ she greeted, smiling almost warmly at the mortal before her. Her voice, melodic, drifted across the clearing like a symphony. Alexa felt her throat close, her heart pounding on her chest, and yet she had never felt safer than she did at that moment, precariously standing on the surface of the pond, staring up at the immortal being before her. ‘Beware, child, and great danger approaches.’ ‘Danger? What danger,’ Alexa questioned, but the Goddess did not answer; instead, a great wind picked up all around her, sending her red hair flying out of control.

He raised his hand and the weapon flew back into his grasp and he ran after them. Not having any other choice, the kids got in the stranger's car and he drove away fast enough to avoid being caught by the assassin. "Are you guys okay?" The stranger asked. "Yeah, thanks for helping us," Joe said, out of breath. "Who are you and who was that person that was chasing us?" Lydia asked from behind. "My name's Micah Jameson and that person that was chasing you was a Ginx," Michael said. "A what?" Kurt asked. "A Ginx. A magical warrior from Troleyadia, sent here to find the twin seeds of Eyah and by the looks of it, kill them," Micah said.

Leland booms from the stage. “How do we know this is true? How do we know this isn’t some sort of ploy to bring back the monarchy!?” One of the Alpha’s from a bordering pack shouts, a look of nervousness washes across his face. Morrigan suddenly releases her Royal aura on the crowd, everyone bowing and baring their necks to them. She starts to glow, and her eyes go white, her feet start to lift from the ground.

"Still as suspicious as your father was. Fine. Let’s not waste time with small talk. You know about the treaty with the Lycan King?" "Everyone does," I said. "The border packs send their daughters to the royal court as... hostages. Concubines." "Exactly," Gideon said, leaning forward. "To ensure our loyalty. The King’s envoy arrives tomorrow to collect our contribution. And you, Serenity, are going to represent Moonlake Crest." The air left my lungs in one sharp gasp. I stared at him. "The treaty says the Alpha's oldest daughter goes. That's Sienna."

It isn't a physical platform with tracks; ‎ ‎ ‎it’s a mandate. Anyone visiting the Monarchs must pass through the Train Station in a completely unconscious state. ‎ ‎ ‎You go under in the outside world, and you wake up in front of the gates of Calvary. ‎ ‎ ‎It is their ultimate security measure. No one leaves a trail. ‎ ‎— ‎ ‎"My father doesn't know where I am, and neither do the Calvary Monarchs," I said, leaning forward in the back of the transport truck,

suggested Miss Kitty Andromeda cautiously. “Jeez... We’ve been trying and trying that urban-legend or so-called ‘myth’, but we can merely produce that orange light and orange power, not more than that, Miss Kitty. Our bodies are still the same, not resistant to the red orpiment,” grumbled Queen Miranda quite querulously. “Is it?” Miss Kitty Andromeda raised up her eyebrows a little bit. “Yeah... I’m dead certain Sumico has also ever given her three drops of blood for her beloved Virando. But, as what you can see, our Virando still needs water to sweep away all that red orpiment and destroy it,” continued Queen Miranda with her quite upset fashion.

Marcus blinked slowly. “So you’re telling me there’s no actual procedure?” “There was a procedure,” Order corrected calmly. “It simply no longer applies.” “That sounds deeply unsafe,” Pamela muttered. I ignored them and focused instead on what my essence had told me earlier. Recognition. Binding. A fragment of power. I inhaled slowly before stepping forward. “I know how to do it,” I said quietly. Everyone looked at me. “I’ll infuse a small amount of my Monarch power into them,” I explained. “Not enough to truly alter them, more like…” I searched for the correct words. “The essence of my power.”

She checked the monitor for some time before saying something. “Something is odd about this one,” she pointed at the child on the left. “I can’t really say, but something isn’t right.” She was silent for a while, “Pardon me, Alpha.” Halsey’s eyebrows were furrowed deeply. “This is the first god pregnancy ever recorded in our world. A lot of things are new to me.” When I looked at Mavros, he was very into what was displayed on the screen. It was as if he knew what was wrong. He confirmed my suspicion when he asked Halsey for a wipe. When handed one, he cleaned the gel off my tummy.

I adjusted Bellezza’s body on my shoulder. “Hand me the monk’s blood,” I ordered, as I extended my free hand, “and get ready to run.” Morgan handed me a small glass bottle containing a green-colored substance called the monk’s blood and strapped the bag to his chest tighter. When this blood combines with the clear substance on the ground, also known as the Dricola, the oil of a dragon’s fang, hymns would erupt. This should show us the portal’s entrance and it would only stay up for 10 seconds.

Monica was a Quasi-Emperor at the Third Tribulation. Upon acquiring the Elemental Inversion, she immediately realized how remarkable it was. It required the fusion of the Five Elements to create an entirely new Path. She was ecstatic and full of gratitude. Never could she have imagined receiving such a great signature skill as a gift. Jules walked over and said with a smile, “Congratulations, Monica. It’s surely an awesome boon if it’s something James himself gave you. It’s the greatest fortune you’ll have in your life.”