Miraculous の小説・ストーリー

Now I get it. Something that can defeat time magic? A magic aside from light magic? Light magic is the strongest and fastest magic attribute I only knew that can rival time magic and possibly beat it. But, I tried everything using light magic and yet I can’t still win against. If there’s none aside from light magic, then, I’ll just wait for miracle to happen. Wait a minute… miracle? What if I desired for miracle magic? A magic that has the ability to generate, shape and manipulate ultimate miracles. A magic that has the ability to overcome and solve any situation no matter how hopeless it may seem. And that zero percent chance of success means nothing to this magic and any obstacles face by

I stood there with her, holding onto her, praying for strength, for my brother, for her. Then, something miraculous occurred. Before my very eyes, the wounds on Sebastian’s body began to diminish, disappearing as though they had never been there. I could hardly bear to look away, astonished by the sight of it—an actual miracle unfolding. Eleanor’s power was real. She was healing him. But then, my heart sank as I noticed Eleanor stumbling, her hand weakly dropping to the ground. I rushed to her side immediately, panicking.

The moment the final words left her mouth, a sharp pulse of energy swept through the room. Both our eyes glowed instantly. Mira gasped softly while silver light flickered briefly around her body before concentrating against the back of her palm. Slowly, a small crescent moon the colour of my own mark appeared there, glowing faintly before fading into her skin completely. For a second, Mira simply stared at the mark in shock. Then her gaze lifted toward me uncertainly. “Did… did it work?” Ael snorted softly. “Unless you usually grow magical symbols on your hand, I’d say yes.”

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

“And It didn't like it.” The candle flame bent again. The wax cracked softly, dripping down the side. My patience was thinning. “You’re dancing around the point.” Miranda ran a hand through her hair again, clearly trying to organize her thoughts. “I have entered many minds before,” she said. “Broken curses. Pulled people out of magical comas. Even fought things hiding in someone’s consciousness.” She paused. “But this…” she muttered, almost to herself, “…this felt ancient.” That word lingered in the air.

We were silent as we walked. Beatrice seemed to be in a trance, her hands stiff at her sides. Her palms were facing forward, like she was holding something heavy. “There is strong magic wrapped in this place,” she said to the air. A sudden pain jolted through my brain, and words came crashing into me. I knew immediately it was Mira, reopening the link that had seemed to be blocked between us. She just kept repeating and repeating the same two words. “Rescue me."

“Well damn, someone’s feeling generous.” Scarlet raised a brow. “You ordered this?” Mira laughed and waved her hand. “Hell yes." They brought it inside and opened it up. The scent of vanilla and cherries filled the air. Scarlet couldn’t help but smile faintly...it was a small, fleeting moment of normalcy in a world that never gave her peace. “Congratulations, Scar,” Mira said with a smirk, grabbing a fork. “You unlocked another power, healed a dying Alpha, and didn’t get murdered. That’s a fucking achievement.”

Once the magus returns, there will be no hiding the fact that not only is my belly no longer round, but that my nest has a new little inhabitant. “What am I going to do with you, little one?” I sigh, placing a hand on her still-warm shell. She blinks at me. Only the light isn’t the dim glimmer I experienced with her siblings; it’s more of a bright flash that makes me blink as I see a dark afterimage. “You have quite the spark, Miracle,” I say, the name I’ve already given her in my heart, “But my eyes are sensitive. Maybe less glow next time.”

He saw Zeno waiting for him. "Hello, Memory." "Hello, Zeno. "Memory, have you ever seen a miracle?" "Zeno, every single day. - Memorable, what do you see every day? "Zeno, I see the sun, the sky, the earth, the living things. I think the most beautiful thing that I am and that I can see these miracles. We get used to miracles, and therefore seek them, despite the fact that they surround us and knock every day at the door of the soul.

The room felt charged with a kind of electricity, and Miranda could feel the power of her words building within her. The words themselves were a mixture of incantations, prayers, and affirmations. They spoke of ancient gods and goddesses, of magic and wonder, and of the power that lay within all things. They were a reminder that the world was full of mystery and wonder, and that anything was possible if one knew the right words to say. As she chanted, Miranda's eyes remained fixed on the mirror before her. She could see her reflection staring back at her, and for a moment she wondered if the mirror itself could hear her words. She continued to chant, her voice growing stronger and more confi