Fanfic Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

“More time would be helpful. The stronger I am with my magic and health, the better our chances of getting out of here. I can feel Ben’s energy. It shouldn’t be long now.” “Do you think he can pull it off?” Mirabella asked. “He got me out of here once before,” Lila said with determination. “If he did it once, he can do it again.” Mirabella took on a faraway look in her eyes as she wistfully said, “It’s been so long since I’ve been out in the real world.” “I won’t leave you behind,” Lila assured her. “I can’t guarantee help for the others, but I won’t leave you behind. You or little Roger.”

Your support means everything to me, dear lovers of My Lycan. — Dee_jonah

[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.

Dexter knows, they are correct, he also wants to stop, what he is doing, he also wants to tell those people, to leave him, he wants to say he does not want to cure them anymore, but how, he will do that? That day, after breakfast, a group of people, knocks on their door. They are carrying a young lady, in early twenties, she is acting strange. Her eyes are rolling up in down, she is moving left and right to free herself from the two men, holding her tightly. Anyone, who can see, the situation of the lady and the way she acts, would be scared. “What is happening to her?” Dexter asked them. “We thought, she is possessed by an evil spirit. She has been like that since yesterday”

He sees her as a friend only. “But I don’t love you,” he said, moving away from her. She is not even his type, Lillian is more his type. She is a literal walking goddess, so pretty, with beautiful skin. He tried not to make it too much because she saw him as her little brother and he respects her for that besides his mate is still somewhere out there and he is patiently waiting for her but Mirabel was fuming. How dare he not replicate my love! She waved her hand and a dark flower appeared. Then her eyes glowed as she blew the flower on his face. She watched as he blinked his eyes repeatedly, the dark magic entering his body. Then his eyes glowed gold, and he looked at her and suddenly he was

"And even if you weren't, I wouldn't let a child of yours anywhere near this pack. You are poison, Glenda. Look at yourself. You’re pathetic." Glenda stumbled back as if slapped. She looked around the room, searching for an ally, but found only disgust. Then, Lady Elara stood up. The new Luna was a head taller than Glenda and radiated the kind of icy, aristocratic power that Glenda could only dream of faking. Elara smoothed her pristine gown and walked closer to them. She didn't shout. She didn't look angry. She looked like she was inspecting a stain on the carpet. "Is this the mistress?" Elara asked, her voice crisp and clear.

“Touchy.” His female companion stepped forward, sniffing the air like a wolf. Her eyes landed on the house. “She’s inside, isn’t she?” she said with a lilting, eerie tone. “The Elarian girl. The reason the curse was broken. The one who killed the Stinger Lord.” I was in front of her before I knew it, shoving her back with a growl that shook the air. “You don’t go near her. Any of you.” Creed’s smile never wavered. “You can’t protect her forever, Gabriel. You know that, right? People like her were never meant to walk free. They were meant to be controlled.”

"I don't know and I don't care, Lucas. I have told you a thousand times, but you don't seem to listen. I don't want to have anything to do with you. You're like a nightmare to me. Ever since I met you, I've been haunted by strange dreams and illusions. I don't know who you are and what kind of dark sorcerer you are. Stop sending a freaking little girl in a white gown into my dream! I don't need anyone to tell me things like I have to be with you. I have my own life and my free will..." "What did you just say?" Lucas interrupted me, grabbing my arms. "The freaking dream of mine! Don't act like you know nothing about it! A little girl dressed up in a white gown, pointing at the moon and tellin

I was eating cereal at the kitchen table when Mom asked, "Cassian, where is your sister?" "It's Livia, Mommy. She is probably running around as usual." Mom shook her head. "That girl can never sit still. Livia, breakfast is ready," she yelled. We could hear little feet pattering on the floor. Seconds later, my kid sister zipped into the kitchen. "I'm Ladybug Girl!" she shrieked, slipping into the chair beside me. And the saga of acting out her favorite book, Ladybug Girl, begins. "Did you know ladybugs eat bugs?"