Zoe From Miraculous Novels & Stories

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

Cole Mitchell draped his cashmere scarf around her shoulders, while Finn Archer blew warm air on his hands and cupped them on her chilled, red ears. Encircled by a crowd, they looked up at the dazzling fireworks in the sky with awe. Cole Mitchell had once been my savior. He'd led me into a whole new world and promised me the best of the world. Finn Archer had been my warm sun. He couldn't bear to see me hurt and would do anything to keep me laughing. But now, my life meant nothing to them as they turned a blind eye to me while I was locked in this freezing cage. Even as I teetered on the brink of despair, they only had eyes for her. All that affection that used to shower on me felt like a fl

The wineglass in her hand nearly slipped as she reflexively shrank backward. And Lucas? The untouchable Don actually lost composure in public. "Zoe?!" His voice trembled as he called my name. "You… you’re not dead!" I did not acknowledge him. I walked straight through the crowd as it instinctively parted, stopping at the center of the stage. "Miss Vale, happy birthday." She forced herself to remain composed, frowning sharply at me. "Why are you here? You are not welcome. Get out!" "Oh no," I said lightly. "I haven’t given you your gift yet."

Suddenly they heard people screaming, Mrs Anabel George beep through the window and she saw zombies everywhere. Her heart was beating like bell she couldn't look. "What happened" Grace asked her mother then she walked close to the window and also beep her heart couldn't take what she saw then she she collapsed.

She donned a timeless dress that draped elegantly over her figure, the fabric flowing with every graceful movement. Meanwhile, Mr. Murphy, his eyes twinkling with charm, welcomed us with a warm smile. His silver hair gleamed under the soft light, and his presence radiated magnetic charisma. Despite his age, he exuded an ageless charm that captivated those around him. Zoe, a spitting image of her mother in every aspect except for her father’s piercing blue eyes, stood proudly beside them. “Mira, meet my parents, Margaret and Edward Murphy,” Zoe introduced with a warm smile.

she exclaimed, holding up a dandelion she had plucked from the grass. Zoe, at five years old, was the spitting image of her father. She had his unruly mop of dark hair that always seemed to be in need of a comb. Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief, the same shade as Dean's, and held a depth that seemed beyond her years. Zoe's dimpled smile could light up a room, just like her father's, and her laughter was infectious, echoing the joy that Dean carried in his heart. Despite her young age, Zoe already possessed intelligence and curiosity, traits she undoubtedly inherited from both her parents.

Images of Dominic’s death, of her parents’ lifeless bodies, of Caelum’s mocking grin - all flashed before her eyes. “Zoe, focus!” Ellara’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade. “Remember who you are!” Zoe clenched her fists, drawing on everything she had left - her wolf, her vampire speed and strength, her Aetherian magic. She was all of these things, and yet she was more. I am Zoe Reed. I am not afraid. With a guttural scream, she thrust her hands outward, releasing a burst of pure energy. The darkness recoiled, its tendrils snapping and retreating into the void.

I reply before they leave. Zoe, walks into the kitchen after her brother and father leave, I lift my head to look at her, and wonder if shes always this pale, she looks ill. I worry how skinny she is; I watch her as she walks over to the sink, she gets herself a glass and starts to fill it with water as she holds onto the side of the sink. "Zoe' are you okay," I ask. Before she can answer, the glass falls from her hand as she begins to fall to the floor, catching her head in the corner of the sink as she's falling.

She stepped back and measured him. Zoe was one of the most elegant women of the Lykae kingdoms. Her powers were enough for others to be scared of her and put her on a high pedestal, like a goddess of sorts. She enjoyed her authority over others. However her plans were vastly different from what Ludwig had envisioned.

(Zoe's mate. It felt as if there was a hole in my chest. My mate, my Luna ,Zoe looked pale and white. After years of looking for her, I found her like this. Moon goddess, I need her. I really really need her. I placed my lips on her cold forehead.