Fanfiction Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

Ji'lahni, Mina, Lucky, Mylan, Lateri, and Ameliah: “Mina, that baby got you losing your damn mind, riding a fucking rainbow. So she like the dude on the Lucky Charms box now. I get we have seen some unbelievable shit these past few months, but a god damn rainbow rider, really?” Lynn said shaking her head. “She's not lying, I saw it myself.” Mylan said, looking more weak then she had before. She was barely able to get up, the older she got the longer it takes for her to recover. “Grandmother, could it have been some kind of reflection that made it look like she was gliding on a rainbow. What kind of supernatural glides on a rainbow? It's kinda far fetch if you asked me.” Lynn asked still not

I raised an eyebrow at his story, still not understanding its relevance. "One day the man and the woman had a baby girl. But this girl was no ordinary girl. She was special," he said, inspecting his nails casually. Then his eyes lifted to mine. "She was one born of magic, and of the moon." Shock ripped through my body at his words, but I schooled my face into neutrality. "And what does this fairytale have to do with me?" I asked. Damion burst out laughing and slapped his knee. Within an instant, he had shoved himself off of the stool and dropped down on his knees in front of me so that we were eye to eye.

From there we all got up and left the dining hall. We stood outside with our back turn giving Mileena privacy, I still can’t believe they're a white Lycan. The Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways, she must have a plan when she did this. “Ok you all can turn around now” Sapphire said. As soon as we all turn around, I could not believe my eyes. Here stood a pure White Lycan who looked about seven feet tall, everything on her was white from her head to her paws except for her blue eyes. I turn to look at all the other Elders and they had the same look as me. It’s an honor to witness a most magnificent creature created by the Moon goddess herself. We must investigate why she was created. In my

He smiled at Miranda, who added to Milo. “It was ball because she became friends with Council Precious. She learned there was a way for Sally to be turned into a Lycan after all, the blue rose. But when I learned I went into labor, Milo was the only one around to help me deliver my little Miracle. Still, others around us wanted what Sally found out; she promised them they too could be Lycan’s, but during our imprisonment, I learned something that Council Precious carelessly spoke out loud. She must have believed I was knocked out from the beating.”

The good feelings cultivated through constant interaction with her junior brother played a role. Lily Moon's will did not resist Sebastian in the slightest, especially with the influence of the 'Enchanting Bugs' inside her. "Young junior brother... you... you're not allowed to look at me..." Fortunately, Lily Moon still retained a bit of rationality, but the tone of this 'warning' carried a teasing undertone. Sebastian smiled bitterly. The 'Enchanting Bugs' is a type of insect that stimulates human desires. If contaminated, one must not use cultivation techniques; otherwise, they will be automatically absorbed.

They might have kicked her out but she still had a spare key. Her voice echoed back at her, a sign that the room was truly gigantic and that there was no one else in the room. “Perfect!” She muttered as she shut the door quietly behind her and walked towards the wardrobe. There was something about Mirabel that did not sit right with her, her story was unbelievable. She once thought that it was normal for Lycans to return back from the dead but the reactions to Mirabel's resurrection from the land of the dead disposed of that theory.

At night Mira tries to read a novel to take her from reality, her reality was awful, it was dread and like a living hell for her so she prefers straying away from reality so that she could live in another fantasy and escape her real life story. She struggles to sleep every night because of flashbacks of her terrible day, so before she sleeps every night she reads something that will make her smile and have a goodnight rest. Honestly she wished she wasn't born at all, everyone in her live makes her feel less of a person, they look down on her like some trash, she wasn't ugly but she was fat, she wasn't badly shaped though, she had good attractive curves, but she was on the big side, the main

Zander's interest in her had disappeared at once. His first instinct had been to run. He was so afraid that he wasn't even in Seaworth. He was terrified that Angela would secretly put those disgusting, sticky spell bugs into his body. The comments exploded again. "We're in the 21st century. Do spell bugs still exist?" "I remember that Velmorians breed these spell bugs. They can be harmful to people, and you can't escape them once you get tainted with them." "I was curious and did a search on them. Spell bugs are so ugly. It's disgusting!"

It didn't matter what I said or did to him in this state, he wouldn't flinch. "Just take me back to the mansion." I said in defeat before surrendering myself to Aiden. He supported my weight on his shoulder before helping me out of the bar. It was stupid of me to come here anyway. We reached the mansion, and I was immediately approached by Mirabet Cromwell, a social pariah who is well known for her soothsaying capabilities and visions. She was just like Forrester, except more advanced. People considered her a witch, and ever since the incident of Azira, magic and witchcraft were greatly despised by the Lycans. But in Mirabet's case, she was not a witch. She was just gifted in different ways

“After what you did to my daughter, there will never be peace between werewolves and vampires.” A fight broke between the two groups. It turned into an everlasting war ever since. In such a small time, there were already more than a dozen wars. Mira walked from one mirror into another. Most of the time, she landed in the wars. Other times, she landed in the dungeon where Mirabelle was kept. While the war was raging on, Mirabelle’s tummy was getting bigger and bigger. Her baby was growing into her and soon she would be giving birth. Mira sat in the cell, looking at her mother as she murmured a lullaby while looking to the sky through the small window. Her hand was caressing her belly softly.