Monarch Miraculous Novels & Stories

"Come. Tell me why you're worth the risk of harboring a fugitive." The sanctuary was exactly as I remembered. Stone walls covered in living vines. Crystals growing from the ceiling that glowed with soft light. And power. So much raw magical power it made the air hum. Morgana settled into a chair carved from a single piece of granite. "Talk." I told her everything. The conspiracy. The sacrifices. Lady Macbeth and King Alexander's partnership. Ferdinand's impossible choice. And Miranda, trapped in the middle of it all because of power she'd inherited from me.

Almira said with a sweet smile that had Amber narrowing her eyes at the old bitch. "What does that invitation have to do with you?" Amber asked, the grimness in her tone intensified. "There's so much you still have to learn. You are a Crone. An abomination yet still a Crone. It's about time you meet the real Monarch. It's time you meet the Rightful King, one who does not need to rule to be acknowledged." "I will if I got any free time to spare to meet this mysterious monarch, you spoke about." Amber shot back in a bored tone as she was about to turn to leave but it seemed like Almira was not done yet.

"Prince Olgarias, I have not seen that by myself. But I heard that she did wink." Olgarias scrolled through the story silently in his mind. "So... Brother Moriah is now possessed by a creature who has been reborn in the earth and also has supernatural powers. Should I call him a wizard, then?" he paused for a while. "Yeah, perhaps I should. Then... Brother Nrikawn is now the two hundred and fifteenth King of Imperium. Oh, sweet God!" he suddenly pretended to be shocked. "Did I just call the King by his name? He should be called His Highness! What is next, huh? Uhh, that witch. Do you know who exactly she is?" he questioned.

“That will make it the tenth list, Alpha. Are you sure you can recognize any woman on this one?” We pull into the hotel's parking garage. A horde of reporters charges forward, swarming around my car, lenses training on me. But the second I step out of the car, the gathering scatters. “It’s the alpha king himself. Not his beta!” a reporter screams. The reporters flee, some abandoning their tools; the ones who are bold enough to remain are shaking like leaves. “S…s…s--sir. Is… is Harte Holdings likely to accept Ledger Inc’s merger proposal?” a female reporter stutters.

"What about the magical bug? I read about it in one of the royal manuals. It says we should place it in front of the Living Mirror with the accuser, and the bug will reveal the truth." I recalled hearing about the magical bug. The late King had used it to select royal guards to ensure none were our enemies. The only problem was that it was an extremely rare creature, appearing only once in a blue moon. "But where can we find it?" Harriet asked, her frustration evident. "I'm not sure," Karina admitted, "but if I remember correctly, it might be in the Enchanted Forest of Doria." This forest was known to be one of Bridgeton's most dangerous areas due to its isolation.

"Because Headmaster cannot protect you forever. If Azazel attacks border, human Kingdom blames Headmaster. Duel is excuse. If you lose, Headmaster says 'fate'. If you win, Headmaster says 'Academy's glory'. Politics." "I know." "So you need to win beautifully. Not just win. Crush." She dropped a black scroll. "Shadow Monarch's first training manual. From 300 years ago. Last Monarch. Before Academy burned his records." Jin opened scroll. One line: TO BE MONARCH, YOU MUST MAKE OTHERS MONARCH. [Quest Update: Train 100 ex-slaves to D-Rank - Progress: 0/100 - Time: 2 Days 19 Hours Left]

Alan started to say, but Julia grabbed my arm, pulling me to look at her. “I will not let you call off my Luna ceremony because of her and that cursed monster growing inside of her.” My hands curled into fists. “Julia, I swear to the goddess if you don’t…” “That baby is not a curse.” I turned to see an old man walking towards us. He was wrapped in thick furs, long grey hair falling past his shoulders. Alan rushed to his side, helping him over to us. “Alpha Carlos, this is Priest F…” “What do you know?” I cut Alan off.

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."

Rui opened her mouth adorably and said, "Y-Young-" She was going to swallow her pride and beg the young master for a potion when the young master seized her lips tightly. Her eyes were filled with grief and anguish. I turned away from the girl's sorrowful glance. How am I supposed to explain to her that this potion only works on monsters? "Monarch, we've learned a new skill." "What?" "Analyse!" I soon noticed their status. [Monarch's Power - Increase all attributes by 10% for each centaur present. The greater their numbers, the greater the pressure they would emit and receive.]

She figured that the ancestor’s powerful cultivation skills were rare, so he might turn out to be a significant weapon if they were to keep him alive. This man was an Immortal Monarch zombie. If they could actually tame him, they would most definitely find it beneficial. So, not long after that, they finally reached the entrance to the supermarket. The two were, however, interrupted by a large crowd as someone recognized Alex, hoping to learn the enchantment from him. Moreover, people analyzed this incantation on the internet, especially among experienced martial artists.