Novel & Cerita Miraculous

wrongness. "There," she whispered. "It's not on the beach. The true Darius—he's not even fighting." The realization hit them simultaneously. While everyone fought the duplicates, the real threat was elsewhere, drawing power from their distraction. Miranda began gathering specific artifacts—a crystal that seemed to pulse with moonlight, a dagger with runes etched along its blade, a small vial of what looked like liquid darkness. "We'll need these," she said. "Weapons that exist between states, just like a Mystic."

“I don’t know what magic you did to it before, but it waned off last night.” “It’s a Miraiqen, I told you. Your emotions are high.” “Yeah, yeah… Whatever you say.” I let out a deep breath, resting my head on the headrest. Zavere lets me go and starts the car. “The wounds are supernatural and won’t heal naturally,” he says. “It only disappears once you can control your feelings.”

Sirie nodded approvingly, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "You have the gift, child. A rare and powerful gift." Mira could hardly believe what she had just accomplished. The doubts that had plagued her seemed distant now, overshadowed by the clarity of her purpose. She looked at Kade and Sirie, gratitude and determination shining in her eyes. "I... I didn't know I could do that," Mira admitted, her voice tinged with wonder. And mostly because it was early in the morning and she was completely covered in water and now she was shivering.

However, as the voice persisted, Luna realized that something extraordinary was unfolding. Mira's voice resonated not from the physical world but within the intricate realms of Luna's mind. The connection transcended the boundaries of spoken language, echoing through the ethereal corridors where thoughts met in a delicate dance. Luna, now awakened to this newfound reality, met Mira's gaze with a mixture of astonishment and understanding.

MIRA'S POV:- "The powers she just used were exactly like the powers Fredrick possessed. And Mira was gifted her powers by the late Mr and Mrs MacCarthy. And everyone in this courtroom knows that Fredrick's powers were nothing like his parents. He was different. He was a hybrid. And the main reason why I am called in this courtroom. Mrs Mira MacCarthy, that is what I would call her after knowing the fact that she is pregnant with Mr Fredrick MacCarthy's child." I gasped loudly as I heard what that old man said in the end. My eyes moistened up as I covered my mouth with my palm.

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He stares at me, his eyes wide. “What… what did you do?” “I… I don’t know,” I stammer, still shaking. “I just… wanted you to come back.” Myra steps closer, completely stunned. “That was healing energy,” she says softly. “But not normal healing like we do. This was… divine.” I blink, trying to understand, but Lucian just cups my face with his shaking hand. “You saved me,” he murmurs. “Again.”

Mira lowly whispered but it was very clear enough to make Angel sigh and nodded. Mira smiled assuringly and went back to her serious mode. Her bloodshot eyes were an indication that she was mad earlier and they turned into a very deep mauve. Then she snapped her fingertips and something magical suddenly happened on the earthy ground. “What the-!” Luca panicked and immediately wrapped his arms around his mate and his family. The earthly ground suddenly crumbled but it seems to move beneath their feet like a wave within just a split second. ‘Did she do that?’ Upon those words echoed through Mira’s hearing, she turned to look over them, particularly at the person who speaks in his thoughts, Ang

As we hung up, I then put a call into my dear friend, and witch, Miranda. Miranda was a childhood friend of mine. She is a witch with various powers that exceed the traditional witches doing spells. She can identify if magic has been used in a situation, what spells or potions might have been used and a bunch of other things, even I can’t fully understand. I needed to talk to her about what was going on and get her here as fast as possible.

“She will come bearing a gift. A shard of the soul mirror, tainted with Mirari’s blood. This is the girl you have been looking for.” It wasn’t that I doubted the goddess of wisdom and knowledge. I simply stopped believing that things would ever change. That our problem had any form of solution. I plucked the jagged piece of mirror out of thin air. Over the years, the most basic forms of magic were taking more and more energy. It was an omen; one I wasn’t quite ready to face. Faint pulses of magic clung to the scrap, tied within the dried specks of blood. Disbelief formed crystals of ice in my chest, muffling the flame the mortal had stoked.