Shadow Moth Miraculous Novels & Stories

The spear blazed with radiant silver, and Jerik screamed—his body convulsing as the curse within him writhed. But it wasn’t over. The Shadowbound shrieked, seeing its master fall. It surged forward—but this time, Rachel stepped between. “By the Goddess,” she chanted, voice rising, “return to the veil!” She drove her staff into the ground, and a blinding column of moonlight burst forth, surrounding the creature. It howled in agony as its form crumbled into ash, scattered by the wind. Silence followed. Then cries of victory. ⸻

"Upon their visage, the countenance of the celestial orb, completed by the sacred sigil upon the union with their fated's mark." Thinking about the prophecy makes my skin crawl. Any time I think about ashes, I see my home, burnt to the ground. I hear howls of pain, remembering that they came from me as I held my baby brother's burnt body. Who needs screaming birds when I have already seen the hell that The Darkness hides.

The words swirled in my mind, a jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions, but I couldn't bring myself to give them a voice. My lips trembled, and my chin quivered, as I struggled to find the strength to speak. “Wh – what — what just happened,” I stammered. I slowly glanced at everyone, they looked terrified, maybe more than I am. “Okay — I agree, something is not right,” Lavanya muttered. “What kind of tornado is that?” Queen Manon voiced, “I could swear I saw fire in it.” “That wasn't just a tornado,” Bruno stated, “That was a person. She's called darkness, and she came from hell.”

Willow applied pressure to her arm with a piece of paper while Roy gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles white. Sierra’s call came in halfway down the road, and she sounded panicky. “Roy, the candle we lit for Melanie in the church is flickering for no reason. I think it’s about to go out. Can you check it out? I’m worried.” Roy slammed the brakes and replied, “I’m heading back. We’re not traveling down the mountain tonight.” Observing the anguish look on Willow’s face, Roy changed his mind. He saw no reason to let Willow have her way.

If I'm not human, then what am I? “—And I promise I'll explain everything in due time. But the moment you step out this door, you'll be attacked again. Not by one, but by several other Mystics. It's what those monsters are called.” Monsters. I need to leave. “I—” “I killed off one siren before Liam. And while fighting him, I sensed three other mystics approaching.” He glances at the wall clock. “In exactly forty-two minutes, I'll turn in for the night. Within that period, I'll take you wherever you need to go. And then I'll bring you back.”

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

The area surrounding the group of people turned dark instantly before a black figure-like fog appeared abruptly. “Roar!” “Hoot…” “Creek, creek…” All sorts of peculiar noises were heard consecutively. Penta-sun Doyen was shocked. Then, he conjured streams of flame-like spirit energy in the palm of his hand. The spirit energy flew toward the surrounding area and formed a glowing magic circle. “That’s the Shadow Mirage Magic Circle! It’s possible that this person is even more gifted in magic circles than me. Be careful, everyone!” Everyone was enshrouded in darkness, and they could only see each other through the illumination of Penta-sun Doyen’s magic circle glow.

Ryan shouted, stepping into the path of the assault, his energy colliding with the creature’s, sparks and shadows twisting and clashing in the mist. Amelia, desperate to protect them both, stretched out her hands. The Shadows, responding to her bloodline, swirled around her like a living storm, forming barriers and striking at the advancing creature. She realized with a jolt that she could direct them not just command them, but guide them, shape them into tools for defense.