Lady Chaos Miraculous Novels & Stories

Chapter 46: A Desperate Gamble The cavern held its breath as Evie, a beacon of chaotic energy, charged towards the colossal beast. The creature, its massive form momentarily stunned by the sudden burst of light, turned its fiery gaze upon her. Time seemed to slow down. Every tremor of the beast's muscles, every flicker of its glowing eyes, was etched into Evie's mind. With a desperate cry, she unleashed a torrent of chaotic energy, a swirling vortex of blue light aimed directly at the creature's face.

“And are you a storm?” She met my gaze, unblinking. “Only if I need to be.” The air thickened just slightly. I tilted my head. “What’s your name?” “Lira.” The name hit me like a blade pressed to the ribs. For a breath, I saw white hair. Silver eyes. A glow in the dark and the destruction of Obsidian. Then it was gone. “Fitting,” I murmured. “Lira was the name of a goddess once.” The maid—Lira—inclined her head. “She wasn’t a goddess. She was cursed.”

she added raising up her two hands to stare at it. "Like I told you, they were yours. Whatever power he has now, he stole it from you. They belong to you and not to him." Chaos said. "Explain, how did I have the eye of the Sun and how did you come up with a conclusion that Dark's power is mine." "I didn't come up with any conclusion, it is the fact and truth. Have you ever heard the story of the sun goddess and the moon god?" Chaos asked her. Raziah was surprised because that was the last conversation she had with her mother. Mary- her mother- was telling her the story of the sun goddess who got betrayed by her lover, though she didn't get to finish the story Raziah longs to hear .

Just as she was about to hold the pot carelessly, her hand was grabbed by her employer. "You want your hands blistered, huh?!" "What?" "My God, you really are a magical maid, Miss Cia!" hissed Jerrald with his breath catching as anger began to overcome him. "Magical? What do you mean?" "Can't you do anything right?!" "You seem to have a hobby of getting angry. Can you calm down a bit?" "How can I be at ease when your work is this shoddy!" screeched Jerrald with growing anger.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

Rosalia, my sister, just exposed my deepest secret. The space falls silent. Everyone is shocked. “She mastered basic survival instincts of a werewolf, using something to make everyone perceive her as one. She's been fooling everyone—” “Rosalia,” I scream her name to make her stop, hyperventilating. I even glance behind her at Zachary, hoping he stops her. Zachary doesn't say a word—doesn't attempt to stop her. “She fooled everyone. She's a traitor.” “An outcast in Crystal Claw pack? That is unforgivable,” Ledger spits, his face contorted in rage—unnerving.

Ignoring the boredom comment, I answered the important part. “Amelia.” It felt strange calling her that, but she was right. We needed to act more familiar. “Who’s Amelia?” Noah asked. Carter’s expression was pure disapproval. Hamilton looked curious. “Mrs. Nichols,” I told Noah. “Who?” I rolled my eyes. “My assistant, idiot.” “Jesus, Ry,” Carter said. “That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. You’re supposed to expand the business, not bankrupt us.” “I know. But she agreed.”

emerged Legion. Thousands. No, more. I froze for the briefest of instants. Their leader stepped forward, giant, eyes of molten nothingness. He raised a spear made of fire and bone. That was when chaos broke loose. Marissa acted first, slicing through the first wave. Lilith leapt off the training platform, magic stirring in her hands. Lynn stood her ground, Turtela and Alexia on either flank. I summoned the storm inside. We fought like queens. Like warriors. Like hell itself had to be reminded whose world this was.

"Who is that?" Batard responded in his deep voice. "It is I Obaji, the duchess of Nutusel and the only wife of the great lord general Zandy." "What do you want my duchess?" "I need you to come help save a woman, a pregnant woman. She is in labor, and she is dying after an arduous journey." Bartard kept mute. He held his wife's arm tightly. "You there Batard?" "Yes, my duchess. "

"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.