Lady Chaos Miraculous Novels & Stories

"Do you think she might be a werewolf? Come on, she might be a celestial being or an angelic creature. A Luna can't redeem a Lycan." Chaos was fed up with their murmurings and their arguments. He didn't want to be redeemed and can't accept the fact that he was going to be redeemed or accept redemption. His plan needed to go smoothly. Without any hindrance or obstacle. And the so-called woman was a hindrance to his plan so he had to eliminate her before she eliminate him. "Her goal is to put an end to Chaos!" The celestial spirit's words echoed in his ears. "She's just a mortal, she can't put an end to Chaos with just a single blow."

If the ancestors do not get involved, maybe this time, Alpha Mayhem or Ryan will kill Chaos. "Some wedding," Libby says from behind me. "Yep, lots of drama and fighting. At least the ceremony was beautiful," I say, smiling. Libby pulls me into her arms. "I love you, Fallon. You do not have to wait for them. You can take Chaos out from here. Use your magic and disarm him. Put Chaos on his knees and force him to bend to your will," Libby says. "How?" I ask her. "Close your eyes and concentrate on the battle, see the battle, see Chaos, see Alpha Mayhem, see the wolves. Now concentrate on Chaos. Disarms him, send him to his knees, NOW!" Libby instructs me.

“Whenever the young Princess sees things that remind her of the Mating moon night, the chaos within her is triggered—” “What is that Chaos—” “I’m not done, Your Majesty.” The Witch Lady rebutted my Dad. Okay, there’s some familiar beefing there, because no one cuts my Dad off like that and continues talking. The Witch continued talking. “Once that Chaos is triggered and she shifts into that aggressive form, only her rejected mate can bring her back to sanity and calmness, and this requires just his touch.” The Witch settled. What the hell? So I’m now a mad destroyer who needs healing hands to become sane?

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

She lifted her head but the young lass seems lost in staring at her. Her black eyes that looked deadly but seems innocent. "Fine."she said. "Hmmmm?..."Larry asked as he placed his elbow on the desk and rested his jaw on it. He was still lost at staring at her. She looks more gorgeous with the way her black shoulder length hair covered part of her left eyes. This is what the French lass called..A'la cut'e☺️. "I...I..said I will be your maid. Now, please,let the surgery commence."she repeated.

With amusement in her chuckle, she asked what I’d noticed earlier. “Yeah, I do. What about it?” I confusedly wondered what she was trying to tell me. “Your unusual vaewolf Luna prepared this subspace to drag their soul out of their body since this land was filled with unsettled souls.” Lady Ceres fascinatedly answered me and praised my wife’s surprising ability. “I admit that I hadn’t met any clairvoyant users who can also do necromancy.” “SHE WHAT?!” I was shocked hearing them make her chuckle.

Nobody else wanted to assist the helpless lady, perhaps because her appearance stood out from the rest of the pack. "Madame," Lora said, bringing mint leaves and a rafflesia plant to the woman's nose with her hand. Lora helped the lady sit up after she opened her eyes for a few seconds. "Madame, take a deep breath," Lora advised, assisting the lady in drinking the healer's elixir when her breathing began to regulate. The healer had combined numerous components to treat all diseases and rejuvenate the body, and as a result, the lady felt much better right away.

Hands she didn’t recognize cradled her like she was sacred. She was no longer Project EV0 , the prodigy who died in silence. She was now Evangeline Claire Maxwell — Lioré, the infant heir to the most powerful dynasty in a world that didn’t know hers had ever existed. Her second life began with names she didn’t understand, languages like silk against her ears. Her bones grew slow and sure. Her hair returned in darker strands, her skin paled to marble. Though she couldn’t speak for nearly two years, her eyes never stopped watching.

The room felt too small for all of us, heavy with magic and old intent. “Step aside,” Drake said. “She belongs under Council protection.” “No,” I said. The word came out sharp, final. “She belongs nowhere near the Council.” Lyra shifted behind me. I felt it instantly, the pull tightening, the hum inside her flaring again. Chaos surged, excited now, almost triumphant. “She’s awakening,” Chaos said. “You can’t stop it.” I planted my feet. “Watch me.” Drake’s gaze flicked past me to Lyra. His expression changed, just slightly, and that scared me more than anger ever could.

Lira “You’re just a desperate slut. What made you think you can be my Luna? Have you checked yourself?!” It felt as if the world had paused for me. My breath seized in my chest, and for a moment I ceased to be sure whether I was still standing or not. My ears rang, while my knees wobbled. I glanced up — towards him — and then I wish I hadn’t.