Monarch Miraculous Novels & Stories

"I didn't intend to kill your kin, but your kin had killed millions of others. So, I'm trying so hard not to kill you too." "A mortal wanted to bargain with a Monarch," The Monarch said while he was sitting lazily on his throne. It was easy to distinguish between a Monarch and the Outer Angels. The Monarch of the Outer Angels had a larger body build compared to the others. With overwhelming power, he stood eight meters tall to compensate for his massive power. But he could alter his height, and Mira knew that he was showing off to show that he had massive power and was indestructible.

With straight back, her calculative and ruthless eyes scanned the people one by one. “Good morning, Governess.” Everyone greeted in unison. Some bored, some apprehensive. The woman who's called a Governess sat on the empty chair with a stinky face, “Since you're all here, let's start the meeting. Major General, you go first.” The Major General stood up with lazy smile. Looking bored, he began to narrate what he had witnessed days ago to everyone using the informal way of reporting. “I have seen the monarch. In my estimation, he's still weak and not in the peak of power being a monarch. It's different now though. A lot could happen in just few days, and I'm sure that monarch has already reach

boasted the creature, whose appearance did not surprise the princess. "Milky, what have I told you about showing yourself without me summoning you first? If the wrong person sees you, it can cause a lot of trouble for mom and I." Luna scolded the creature that many had mistaken for a magical item. Milky belonged to a rare breed of birds that only forged contracts with a selective individual of their choosing and bestowed upon them powerful magical artifacts.

… As Chase was about to close the window, he noticed a child's figure not far behind Floyd. Before, neither Chase nor Floyd had detected this person. Simultaneously, Caspian's voice echoed in Chase's mind, "Holy moly! A martial monarch! How is this possible!" "What's a martial monarch?" Chase responded in his mind. "A martial monarch is a being stronger than I am!" Caspian replied, seemingly in disbelief. Upon hearing this, Chase felt a chill as a sense of unprecedented danger filled his heart. If such a powerful being intended to attack him, he might not even notice. However, if an intruder had entered the Esoteric Medical Sect's secret mountain gate, the sect would not just ignore it.

In the car, Yvonne asked Kiran, "Do you find this situation strange?" "If I'm not mistaken, Macy Wendell seems more like Lady Meiji," Kiran said, looking at Yvonne. "You mean her Heavenly Silkworm Gu and her age?" Yvonne asked, frowning at Kiran. "The Heavenly Silkworm Gu is rare, and the Thousand-Year Corpse Gu is even harder to find. Combining the two, Macy is a miraculous existence," Kiran speculated. Yvonne pondered deeply before looking at Kiran, "If that's the case, she must hate Randall for ruining her plans."

His time was drawing near to a rapid close, and he was grasping at every thread to keep him away from death. "So what ritual is strong enough to break the one he currently suffers from?" I asked. Makila looked at us all in our faces, as though the look alone could prepare our hearts for the next words she was about to utter. My heart thudded against my chest as I waited for her to speak. "The ritual that he can use to forcefully take Maverick's Alpha King status," she said gravelly.

His breath rattled, and for a moment, Killian thought he was gone. But when Daryl opened his eyes, they were his again. Just his. “Don’t… let me fall,” he whispered. Killian squeezed his hand. “I won’t.” As the ritual circle flared to life, every torchless hall filled with a low hum. The monastery itself vibrated, a slow, grinding pulse. And then, through every shadow on every wall, the First’s voice filled the space: “Do you think words can bind what was here before your blood? Do you think chalk and bone and stubbornness can sever the chains of the world? You are only tightening the noose.”

"Grant me your favor, that I may bear it upon the field as your loyal champion." Micah was taken aback by this gesture. Never in her darkest dreams did she expect such a thing. She glanced around, just to make sure she wasn't mistaken. But right in front of her was a knight seeking her blessings; he was talking to her! A hush fell over the nobles. Amilek, who was seated right behind Micah, leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Grant him your favor." He said, then leaned back on his chair innocently.

I playfully glared at him. "This is indeed a miracle, I'm so happy for you Alexander." I gave Dr Charles a grateful look and extended my hand towards him for a handshake which he took happily. "I can't wait to meet the Angel who gave us this huge miracle," my mother said with tears flooding her eyes. "I'm sure you'd love her, Genevieve," my father said as he pulled my mother to himself and gave her a kiss on the lips. I cringed at their actions before rolling my eyes at them.

The duchess sighed again, seemingly getting ready to say something that she'd not said in a while, "It seemed it wasn't the power she wanted. Everything was fine until two things happened that changed the way Maitland saw things." She didn't wait for Elizabeth to nudge her this time before she went on, "First of all, gold was discovered in amounts that could bring Scotland power if channelled into war. And secondly," this was where Rebecca calmed her story and looked at the other lady, "Monica was born." Unexpectedly, the blonde snickered unbelievably, rolling her eyes in a way that proved she was getting totally confused. When she frowned back at the duchess again, she inquired, "How did Mo