Ladybug X Cat Noir Novels & Stories

"And I'm gonna ask Grandma to make popcorn!" I looked at Gwen. She was smiling with that soft, patient expression she used with Bella. It wasn't forced. It wasn't polite obligation. It was genuine. "Sounds like a great plan," Gwen said, lifting her coffee cup. "It's been a long time since I watched a cartoon." "You're gonna love it!" Bella went on, unable to contain herself. "Ladybug is super cool and Cat Noir is funny but sometimes annoying but deep down he's nice too and they fight Hawk Moth who's the villain and—"

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g

"Raven and I have been putting in a lot of training time." “Mika and I have also,” Noelle retorted. "Empress's superiority over you both must have slipped your minds," Catalina noted. "Let's all bet," Jacob said, "and the winner picks the punishment for the loser." Catalina and Noelle responded in unison, "You're on." The three of them located a tree, undressed, and transformed into their wolf forms. Jacob, wolf Raven, is a chocolate brown wolf with glowing green eyes. Noelle, wolf Mika, is a grey wolf. Her features include black stripes and striking yellow eyes. Finally, the Catalina wolf Empress is pure white, with baby blue highlights and radiant eyes. As they came out from behind the

But she had clothes. "I see... Please, come inside," she said and saw a tall lady come inside, wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt. She had a branded watch and branded boots. Not to forget her hair was dyed white around the edges as if highlighting her black hair. She looked beautiful and confident, something Stacy was never good at. Kat came inside and handed her some packets. "Wear this since he mentioned your clothes were bought from rubbles." Stacy raised a brow as she asked, "Well, does your boss have some kind of Phobia of low equality or what?"

I ask, and Lucy gave a little shy shrug. “I may have been to a couple,” Lucy replied, looking shyly down at the ground. “Do you have a death wish?” I asked her. “If they ever found out you were a Silver Moon, they’d rip you to shreds.” “It’s not like they have some sort of book of faces of other pack members, Freya,” Lucy argued. “Besides, aren’t you some sort of outcast? Can’t you do whatever you want now?” “But Raven—“ “—Raven isn’t here, and it’s not like she’ll never know,” Lucy says with a wink as she grabs my hand. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I have the perfect outfit for you!”

The wind blew hard, kissing the messy hair of a woman who was reading the alignment of the stars. “This is not good,” says the lady as she brushes off the unsettled hair behind her ears. “Meow” Her black cat circled her left leg. Followed by her squirrel who suddenly jumped into her when the crystal on the table exploded. “This is way out of my control. I cannot control her soul at all. We need to see her,” says the lady as she opens one deck from the table.

I found her mother crouched behind an overturned table, clutching another child. “Your baby,” I said, placing the pup in her arms. Tears streamed down her face. “Thank you, Luna.” “Go. Find safety,” I ordered. “Don’t stop for anything.” She nodded and ran. Behind me, another snarl rose. I turned. A massive rogue charged, taller than the others, with scars across his face and blood dripping from his claws. He wasn’t just attacking. He was hunting. For me. I narrowed my stance, grounding my feet into the marble as the earth rumbled faintly beneath me. The forest was far from here, but I could still feel the heartbeat of nature echoing in my bones.

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.

As Lysandra crouched down, her breath caught in her throat. "Wolves don’t leave marks like this," she muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. "Exactly," Mallory said, his tone uneasy. "We’ve ruled out bears, big cats—hell, even people. No one we know could’ve done this. Not without… tools or something." He glanced over at her, his expression guarded.

Dad replied, “if he was an ordinary Lycan.” “What are you talking about? There’s an ‘extraordinary’ one?” “There is,” Dad nodded, “You might know it as The Beast.” ***