Monarch Miraculous นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was the kind of gaze that could make one’s heart flutter for no reason. "Little miracle doctor?" Carl’s voice was cold and detached. Manager Monroe, practically fawning, said with a hint of admiration, "Yes! I found her at the community square. Don’t let her young age fool you, her medical skills are extraordinary. She got our Chairman Cromwell’s fever down in just ten minutes!"

… 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.

Monica sighed and was about to speak when a voice interrupted her, “Dear, I’m so happy that you came to visit me.” Lord Kenny sat up slowly as he gazed at the mother and son, not knowing if he was smiling. Ambrose was shocked as he stared at Lord Kenny blankly. ‘He…didn’t he go into a stupor? I checked myself yesterday that he only had a pulse and was completely paralyzed. How is he sitting up and speaking?’ he thought. Monica’s body trembled as she was shocked and delighted. ‘This is great. His Majesty is fine!’ At that moment, the palace guards outside the hall heard the commotion and ran in to investigate immediately. They were completely stunned.

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.

"So you're like... my own personal supernatural Jiminy Cricket?" His smile widened. "If Jiminy Cricket was over six feet tall, hot, and could punch a hole through time and space, then yes. Exactly." I shook my head slowly. "This is insane." "Sweetheart," Mikah said, his tone suddenly softer, more serious. "You're in a world where wolves walk like men and soul bonds tie strangers together. Trust me... I'm the least insane thing you'll have to deal with."

Enzo's voice was laced with pain. "Through that ritual that transcended the boundaries of space and time itself, Myra sought the immaculate spark of life that would one day be her offspring's next vessel upon her own tragic demise." There was a sharp indrawn breath from Meredith at those words, though the elegant witch otherwise remained an impassive statue of poise and control. While Killian and Seven waited patiently for the man to continue. "Meredith and I may have been forced into hiding, but we were not so isolated that we remained ignorant of the new monarchs' efforts to safeguard their ill-gotten reign through increasingly draconian measures of subjugation."

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.