Ladybug And Chat Noir Novels & Stories

“It’s a lot of animal sacrificing and orgies in blood.” “Oh.” Camille quirked her brows. “Well. . .that’s interesting.” Right when he thought Diana was going to respond, she stared at Camille's shoulder. “Don’t move.” Camille stood still. “Why?” A large, winged insect landed on Camille shoulder. It fluttered lime-green wings and had a furry white body. Diana gazed in amazement. “You truly are blessed by the Goddess.” Maddox studied the small creature. “It’s a Luna Moth. I’ve never seen one before.”

I tense, my eyes drifting involuntarily towards the window, drawn by an unseen force. On the windowsill, stark against the pale moonlight, a single mariposa negra perches. Its wings not just black but glistening with an unnatural sheen under the streetlight, catching the cold, artificial glow. Not just black—skulls etched into the delicate veined patterns—a morbid work of art. Alive. Watching. Dru follows my fixed gaze, her breath catching in her throat. “Bouda. (Damn.)” ****** ***Marisol’s POV***

remained hanging, allowing the girl to cling to the canvas, listening to the wind. Chaos looked around. The wing seemed to him long abandoned, untidy. His wet footprints formed a path of dark spots, everything else was covered with a layer of dust and wind-blown dry foliage. The girl in the portrait looked familiar. Watching the unsuccessful attempts of Nocté, the newt hovered over her, clung to the frame and pulled to the side. The wood didn’t creak, the stone crumbs fell under their feet with a rustle. The portrait reluctantly moved aside, revealing a dark hole that breathed dampness and dust on the uninvited guests. Without hesitation, Nocté knelt down and squeezed through first, and befo

I never got used to the strange eye color of the Lunous, and after hearing Macy's story, I doubt I ever will. The crowd erupts in applause, and the announcer retreats as the two girls enter the arena. They appear to circle each other before settling into their positions in the pit. Bronte's dark skin glints in the sunlight, and Cynthia's silver eyes look so piercing that they give me chills. After a few tense moments of stillness, the two transform into their wolf, and a loud roar breaks the tension as they fight in combat. The Lunous girl, Cynthia, utilizes her heightened speed to go straight for Bronte's dark-furred neck, and it's immediately clear who will win.

The drive to the main office is a long one. .... "Louis told me that you lost the seal" Mistress Noir says, her gaze unwavering. I lower my gaze as I await her bombshell scolding. Mistress Noir as she is popularly called, is my boss of three centuries. She is a loud red head with claw-like nails that are always painted red. Her lips are colored with black lipstick and have always been that way. Her temper is outrageous. "I apologise. It was not my intention to lose the seal" I say and she slams a palm on the desk. I don't flinch because I've gotten used to this act of hers.

Bugatti said. I believe you are insane and sick, and since you have signed your death warrant, we will execute you right now. Bugatti yelled and summoned all the blades in the room to his side. All seventy swords of the ladies were in front of Bugatti in a matter of seconds. Madam Cornelia leapt to her feet and cried out for help, and the large hall was instantly swarming with bees and tsetse flies. There were millions of them. Madam, Bugatti replied with a smile, that's all you can do. Bugatti let out a sigh of relief, and all the bees and tsetse flies died on the floor.

Assembling all the birds of prey in the guild meeting room took more effort than Oritha expected. Apart from Oriole, who had to obey summons unconditionally, the other ladies took a while to convince. Damian sent his feeler robots out. Only three of twenty nano-roaches returned. The cyborg was depressed but couldn’t do anything to retrieve his nano-roaches as he was in the middle of a dungeon session with Zen. “It’s a pleasure to meet everyone! I hope we’ll get along,” smiled a voluptuous gothic beauty with black wavy hair and grey eyes. The only thing on her with colour out of a monochrome scale was her bright red lipstick. At one glance, Oriole hated her already.

"I—" "Sorry doesn’t change the fact that you’re late," Madame Varna interrupted, her eyes narrowing. "Again. This is becoming a habit, Lune, and I’m running a business here, not a charity. Do you think the fabric will weave itself?" Lune swallowed hard, feeling the sting of guilt. She had been distracted, but explaining that to Madame Varna felt pointless. The older woman had no interest in excuses, only results. "I know," Lune mumbled, casting her gaze downward. "It won't happen again."

She tried to resist, but there was no denying that it turned her on. “Fuck.”, she heard Lucas mutter. “Are you jerking yourself off?”, Enora asked with a husky voice, surprising herself with her question. Again, her phone vibrated, signaling an incoming video call. When she opened, she saw Adam sucking Sebastian’s dick, while Lucas was sitting there watching and jerking himself off. As Enora watched the scene unfolding on her screen, she couldn’t tear her gaze from the erotic display before her. The sight of Adam pleasuring Sebastian, while Lucas watched and pleasured himself, was undeniably arousing.

As i was walking away it didn't occur to be i was been followed, you must be a new girl here, are you alone? i turned back to see who it was behold it was still the same lady. so what brings you to this town" she asked " we'll i came to search for something , it's emm... really important am sure i won't go wandering off like that from my home to come here if it wasn't necessary" mauriel said " wow, ok.. just be careful around here it can be quite dangerous mostly at night , you can never know" she said " and why is that"? i asked" rumors has it that vampires roam about at night mostly in the woods this days others say they stay amongst us humans making it hard to differentiate them" she said