Troublemaker Miraculous Novels & Stories

James replied, “Tribulation Liquid. Apparently, it’s a magical liquid formed during a Heavenly Tribulation. It’s capable of tempering the body and repairing Primordial Spirits.” “Tribulation Liquid?” Emperor Jabari was taken aback by the discovery.

His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."

Miracle's worried gaze paused, her heart sinking when she saw the three friends who stopped by their house yesterday. 'Jordan? Didn't we tell you not to come?' she muttered inwardly as if he could hear her voice. Just when she was about to leap over to the blue ring, Arlyaen caught her foot and hurled her back to the ground in a single try. "Give me your pearl!" He scowled, his eyes hungry with greed. Miracle coughed up blood, the metallic tang lingering in her mouth as she wiped the crimson streak from her lips. A low growl rumbled in her throat, fury burning through her veins. She knew it was time to let the beast out despite being in the presence of mortals.

That fvcking hurt. “Every hookup by Aira with a stranger nearly killed him all these years !! He fvcking bore all the pain through the vampiric bond and went through the mental turmoil all by himself, you selfish buffoon !” Micalo bellowed as he created the Dark Arts ‘Net of Capture’.

she replied to everyone while cheerfully waving her hands and looking around. “Woah! What is this?” she asked a seller as she picked up a weird looking item from his table. The seller wasted no time as this is an actual potential buyer: “Good day, Young Lady! Four months ago, I traded with a group of merchants who called themselves Miracle. They said this could make fire and even showed me how, but it never worked for me. It should suit a curious girl such as yourself, young lady!” Aryan inhaled deeply and saved the lectures for later. He dismounted from his horse and went towards Amaryah.

Cyril studied me with keen interest, though a trace of surprise and respect had appeared in his eyes. "But you still haven't told me how you know about those cards?" I smiled, glancing at him. "If I tell you the truth, will you believe me?" "Of course." Cyril arched a brow. I took a deep breath and revealed softly, "I was reborn with all my memories intact. This time, all I wanted was revenge." … Decades later, the legend of the lucky charm had long become a joke. Cyril had one hand around me as he pressed a kiss to my neck. "Ariel, you fascinate me. I love you."

Belle was barely a month old! "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I kicked the table aside and snatched Belle out of her arms. The sudden movement made Belle spit up the milk in her mouth, and she burst into loud cries again. Somehow, that sound steadied me. I clumsily rocked her until she calmed down, then turned on Lillian, fury boiling over. "How could you do such a thing? I'm reporting you! How much of that stuff have you been feeding my daughter these past few days?! She's only a month old! That's not negligence, that's attempted murder! I'm calling the police!"

she said, reaching to restart the engine. "No. You didn't," Magdalene stated, her eyes fixed on the impossible sight. "What happened?" Anna asked, her surprise palpable. Then, in a spur-of-the-moment revelation, the truth struck Magdalene. She raised her hands, clenching her fists in triumphant understanding. "Yes! The charm is working. The sorcerer didn't just make a promise... he forced those vandals to fix what they destroyed." "Wow!" Anna breathed, a slow grin spreading across her face. "It serves them right. They have no idea who they're dealing with."

I swallowed hard. “Do you still want to go?” She asked and I nodded. Her creepy smile returned and she pulled a golden key out of her pocket and placed it in the door and it clicked open. “How do you have the key,” I asked in surprise. “It’s enchanted, it opens any lock my mother gave me on my last birthday” She smiled creepily. “That’s so cool” I smiled in awe. Ember grabbed the two ends of the door and pulled it up, opening it. “After you” she nodded down the dark pathway. What if she just wanted to kill me, her creepy smile wasn’t helping.

And that single moment told me everything I needed to know. This wasn’t something simple. This wasn’t something safe. But I still wanted to know. I still wanted to try anything and everything to save him. “There is a ritual,” she finally said. “A forbidden one.” The air shifted. A silence so thick it nearly suffocated me settled between us. “A ritual?” I echoed, my voice barely more than a whisper. Mirabel nodded, her gaze locking onto mine. “It can heal him,” she said. “Completely. It will pull him back from the brink. Restore what was lost.”