Kitty Noir Miraculous Novels & Stories

The ugliest part of myself that terribly wanted to kill the pest at my feet. He already signed his destruction warrant by calling my kitten a downgrade. I should just kill him off right now. Static screeches through my mind, until a different voice breaks through. “Nile!” It’s my little sister. I turn to see her holding a half-conscious Dymond up, sporting an urgent and horrified look on her face.

His knuckles brushed her collarbone. She caught his wrist before he could pull away. His pulse was there, under her thumb. Faster than she expected. "Talk to me," she said. "About what." "Anything. Something that's not about us. I need—" She exhaled. "I need to not think for a few minutes." He hesitated. His wrist was still in her hand. Then he started talking. Not about them. About Nietzsche. A madman with a lantern. "I seek God," the madman cried. "Where has God gone?"

"It is just a cat." "Nina has been breeding them in the cellars," Novalee explains, her fingers rubbing at her temples like her skull is splitting open. "To clear the vermin from the lower vaults. The white ones possess a natural purity. Kori’s dark blood magic cannot take root in them. But the rest of the litter... they were pitch black. They were exactly what she needed for the sacrifice." "I do not know anything about your witch curses," I growl, my blood running cold as a sudden thought hits me. "But if the kittens are here, and the body was outside..."

Marek sat up straight, his hand moving toward the knife on the table, while Mira watched with a calm, knowing gaze. Naelis glared at Katherine and her eyes began glowing with a fierce, golden primordial light that made the candles on the table flicker. She slammed her hand down hard on the table, causing some glasses to fall off and crash to the floor "Katherine Varick, I think it’s time you drop the act!.”

“What the hell was that?” I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight, my chest too heavy. Because I understood. That hadn’t been a rescue. That had been a message. Theo had crossed into Damien’s territory. And Damien did not share. ----- End of Chapter Seven ✨

"This is crazy. How could this be? How could I have been so caught off guard?" Zerikyu looked up, his deep gaze searching for a dimension I couldn't fathom. But one thing was sure: Arthemisya had returned through the black rabbit's catalyst. "I know you can't leave this world yet," Zerikyu whispered to himself, "I'm sorry… I'll fix it. Zerikyu strolled around me, his steps silent, his gaze piercing to the very core. The look in his eyes made the air around me crack.

He made sure not to skip his daily exercise routine, but he doubted that it would make much of a difference, since exercise was different from martial arts. “Look, I get it, but there are like three of them there, give or take,” Michael told her. “What if you get cornered and—” “I have you here to back me up if anything drastic happens,” Camille interrupted. “You just stay back for now and let me handle this. We need the element of surprise, Noah. If I’m in danger, you’ll come to my rescue, won’t you?” “Of course I will,” Michael said immediately.

I looked in the direction he was looking to see the girl from yesterday. “Dear pack members, I am grateful to have all of you present here on such short notice.” He said. His loud voice echoed through the backyard. “This girl, Miracle, our Beta’s younger daughter, has committed a crime.” He looked at her as he said that, “She tried to play with the mate bond created by our Moon Goddess, and when she didn’t have it her way, she tried to kill my mate with the silver dagger here.” He accused, motioning for a warrior beside the girl who I now know was named Miracle, who showed him a dragger.

“Darling, I’ve been using everyone since before you were born. Children, adults, the living, the dead, all of them just pieces on my board.” She steps closer, her power making the air thick and hard to breathe. “Did you think killing my projection would save you? That breaking my curses would free you?” Her smile turns vicious. “I’ve spent centuries perfecting my craft. I always have contingencies.” Miriam the healer suddenly gasps, her body going rigid. “No,” she whispers, her eyes widening in horror as she looks at her own hands. “No, this can’t be…” “Oh, but it can,” Kate purrs. “You see, I didn’t just have one spy in this fortress. I had dozens.”

] she replies. [You’ll be cursed if you stay here. Don’t blame me for not warning you.] and he leaves the chat. “Weird people. That’s not how curses work.” After eating she moves her cursor to the close tab but the mouse freezes. The hand from the screen disappears and she looks carefully into the screen and sees a pair of eyes in the distance coming closer to the screen. “A… kappa?” [Author’s Note: ‘Kappa’ is also known as a ‘water goblin’ for those who didn’t know]