Halloween Miraculous Ladybug 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.

Chapter 10 The screeching sound of the cotton blinds getting opened woke Vivian woke up from her sleep, and the sunlight that attacked her was unexpected. It looked like the intensity of the sun had tripled, only to blind her. "Who got the window opened? Get them closed!", She groaned in misery as she shielded her eyes from the sun with her heavy hands. The intensity of the light was adding more pangs to her throbbing headache. She'd forgotten that she usually had really hurtful hangovers after a night of drinking.

The bat drags behind me as I walk in, the metal scraping loudly against concrete. Scrrrrch. Every head turns. I sashay in, my hips swaying, chin lifted. The moonlight pours through the broken windows, illuminating the creepy-looking pentagrams and red candles. "Hi," I say sweetly. "Miss me?" Vanya spins towards me, her red eyes wild with both rage and shock. "You—" I stop a few feet from Kaziel, planting the bat upright beside me and resting my hand casually on top of it. "Oh," I add, tilting my head. "And just in case you're wondering how..."

Zella was such a foolish brat that she managed to be humiliated by Kenneth. "A bug bit me. It turns out that this spacious Mansion also has dangerous insects, Lory! I was bitten while picking up the clothesline on the rooftop. "Oh my! No wonder it's red and enlarged like that; it seems to be a Forest mosquito. I've heard of it; it's a type of animal that's common in the A****n forest."

~ Emily ~ The old Victorian house at the end of Maple Street had stood empty for years. Tonight it glowed with orange jack-o’-lanterns lining the cracked driveway and fake spiderwebs stretched across the porch. A handwritten sign on the door read: “Halloween Party – Enter If You Dare.” I adjusted the short black dress that barely covered my ass, the fabric thin and silky against my skin. I had come as a “sexy witch” with a pointed hat, fishnet stockings, and a little wand. I twirled nervously.

I hated how defenseless I was. But then, the weirdest thing happened. My friendly bugs appeared, flying in between us like they didn’t care they were interrupting our conversation. One rainbow bug bigger than the others perched on top Lord Hale’s hand—the one that was on my elbow, while the others rested on my shoulder. The expression on this vampire lord’s face quickly changed: from confusion, to enchantment, then to an emotion akin to shock. He released me in less than a second; speedily holding his right hand as if it had just been stung by the bug.

I look at the buffet table and spot the Havelock Triplets; Doug, Dudley, and Dottie. Three mischievous ghost children love to prank more than Prisca loves to torture. They were at the buffet table, causing a stir. And although my guests are not human, it's normal for them to witness something not out of the ordinary. I groaned. "May I, Mistress?" Bastain offered to stop the ghost children, but I held up my hand and summoned dark clouds, shifting it towards the ghost children and, with a snap of my fingers, caused lightning on them.

Going through the double doors, the princes of Hell were all gathered in that area, staring out the window. The same giant ladybug was there, glowing like a shooting star. It pulsed, floating still, and then barreling towards the window where everyone was at. "Everybody get down!" Lucifer screamed, and they all dived down to the ground, glass shattering everywhere as the ladybug burst through, scanning around the area. It stopped in front of Loss, a glow surrounding around him. He had never felt this warmth, the way it went all over his skin. When he glanced down, the wound on his chest began to heal, the fresh skin covering the bones of his chest and ribs.

' Alec asks, annoyed at the situation. Sir Hugo approaches me with a grin, 'Suppose you all being so new to Mysteria. There will be a lot you don't know yet. So, I'm about to inform you of things you should all know for future reference. Never trust a fairy, no matter how old or young they are. No matter how sweet and kind they seem. They are mischievous creatures that like to get up to no good. They like to play tricks and tell tattle tails, such as encouraging you to talk to flowers, so you look like a fool to everyone when you do. It's hogwash. I shall tell you how fairy dust is made, but I shall instead whisper it in your ear to avoid any more embarrassment on your behalf.' He leans towa

Inside me there was a mixture of respect, excitement and fear for the immense god of the waters. When I came out of the sea, it felt like I had expelled an immense amount of water, stagnant and rotten, from inside my lungs. It was like breathing again. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the car. I went to my house, a refuge where I projected all my happiness. I took a shower and threw myself on the bed. I dreamed about Manuela. She entered the room and walked slowly to our bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Multicolored butterflies swirled all over her body as sunlight flooded the room. A bright light spread through the room and she silentl