Nooroo Miraculous Novels & Stories

“I apologize for attacking you. This is unbecoming of me.” “Noor,” he murmured, stroking the scars on her back. Her skin pulsed with white light. “Relax.” Noor breathed deeply. “You're using Glory on me?” she asked, mildly amused. She untensed visibly, then took a small sip of Coke. “You've been through hell and high water. Now Noor, I need you to tell me: what did Zadkiel send you for?”

——Maryam's POV—— Noor tapped her long, neon green fingernails on the wooden table. She stared at me with an apparently bored expression but her eyes held a lot of questions and a hint of irritation. "Well?" she asked coldly. I looked at my phone placed on the table and revised my words in my head. I was waiting for that moment but weirdly, had my tongue tied when it actually came. "I wanted to meet you, Noor." I started after taking Allah's name and quickly reciting the dua:

The woman across from us shook like a leaf as she spoke, her startlingly blue eyes unnaturally wide on her face. “Fif—Fifteen years? How did you survive?” Norah addressed us all when she said, “Don’t be afraid to ask questions, or answer them if you want to.” “In some ways I consider myself lucky, in others not so much.” Mom clasped her hands together to hide the tremor she now had. “He wanted me for my magic, but not to use it for himself. He wanted to create soldiers with the same ability, only stronger. I think—I think he might’ve succeeded.”

“No funeral plans for today?” “I considered it,” she chirped, “but then thought… what a shame to miss serving the King of Hell his morning coffee.” Luciano’s jaw twitched. His brow ticked up. She saw it. Saw the way his eyes swept down to her foot, wrapped, swollen and back up to her glowing face. Noora stood, limped slightly, exaggerating it just enough to be believable and moved towards his table. She picked up the mug and began to pour, the aroma rich and intense.

“Whatever lie you’re about to spew, keep it to yourself.” Before she could respond, the door burst open. Faith returned, her face glowing. “This is a miracle.” “Quiet,” Noah warned. “She’s sleeping.” “Oh. Sorry,” Faith whispered, tiptoeing across the room. “But seriously… this is huge.” “What does it say?” Nora murmured, now half-awake, rubbing her eyes. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you later,” Noah said softly, placing a kiss on her temple.

She unlocks her phone screen and taps a button, sending a dark video file straight to Kaelen's private network link and his personal pack mail so his eyes can't possibly miss the clip. Down at the safe house… Mirelle has the entire kitchen smelling like a giant pack feast, piling the wooden table high with cooked meats and fresh roots as if the moon festival arrived early. Mom is busy carrying the bowls of hot soup over to the mats, while little Liora plays with a plastic hockey puck on the living room rug. Orion is still hiding inside the back bedroom, refusing to show his face to the house. The poor boy keeps whimpering that his cheek looks too ugly from the slap, and he doesn't want anyon