Miraculous Chat Noir Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 His broad shoulders and the muscles that hid underneath his shirt are begging to be touched - his voice, that vibrates from his lips to my ears warmed all over my chest to my toes, and when he glared at every faces who dared to smile at him coyly, battling their eyelashes, I was utterly hooked with his charm - he was so perfect, from his flawless skin and eyes that put the honey to shame- it's irises with golden flecks swirling around so deep and so mysterious and when they look at you, it pierce through your soul and made you squirm in your seat, feeling all hot and bothered. “Far is foul,Foul is fair.‘Hover through the air and filthy air,” What does it mean? Anyone?” his perfectl

Her eyes held anxiousness, worries, fear, and her expressions let me conclude that she had never something like Miracle. The lady must have been a werewolf or something supernatural for she disappeared in an instant after that unwanted encounter. Unlike Emma's wolf Emmy, Miracle is a brown wolf with a brown, thick, bushy tail, and long ears with light chocolate inner skin. Miracle is a huge wolf. Emma didn’t believe it after she saw Miracle for the first time.

Noir lacked the strength and energy to either argue or reply, he did not even bother to reply. “Hmph.” The Second War God scoffed and said, “Being stubborn I see. Fine. I’ll keep you alive so that you can see how I kill Andrius Moonshade. Watch how terrible it will be.” Noir pursed his lips and did not answer a word. The Second War God skipped the chatter and led his experts and insect soldiers down into the lake. Only two insect soldiers were left behind to keep watch of Noir and Halle. “Cap…” After the Second War God and his men dived into the lake, Halle whispered to Noir, “Are you alright?”

I know about all this because I asked Mildred. I waited for the fighters to get ready. With Mildred's help, I was able to sneak in without being detected. I secretly entered the circle; I knew that I couldn't be sent back if I did that. I turned to see a fuming Nicholas, a surprised Alpha Leo, an irritated Austin, and a murmuring crowd. Nick was giving me the death stare. I ignored him. "I, Mira Constance, a former slave and now a wolf from the Crescent Pack, wish to partake in this contest. I challenge him," I said, turning immediately to point at a bulky fighter.

May flicked a grape at his forehead. "Yeah," Nathan lied. The scent of Rita's magic—ozone and wildflowers—cut through the din of the hall. His wolf whined in his chest. Allure. The word slithered through his mind like his father's voice. Was this all it was? Some spell she didn't even know she was casting? Kai leaned in, grinning. "Or are you too busy not staring at—" Nathan stood so fast his chair screeched. "Library," he gritted out.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

Chapter 17 "Fine, whatever you say, Sir," she said, going with the flow while a small giggle left her lips as she went the other way to open the shotgun seat. A nanosecond later, the entire car was occupied with a faint, soft vanilla scent. Adler figured that it was her perfume. As it wafted over the opening of his nostrils like a vixen faintly playing, tempting, he found it refreshing, compared to Elis' intoxicating perfume that he defined as desire's smell that would always make him catch his breath.

Her eyes scan the whole library before it lands on Mira and I. Mira jerks me in the elbow so hard. “Shit, I think she’s coming to us, don’t you know who she is? She’s Nixie Coral; every dude here will literally die to talk to her.” Mira is whispering a little too loudly that when Nixie reaches us, there’s a tiny smile on her lips. “Hello.” She says a little too breathlessly, I look at her jean clad legs....Those legs were a tail yesterday, I need to snap out of this.

“Sounds awful.” “It was effective,” he said simply. Nyra nodded. “Classic soul-mirroring technique. Rooted in the same logic as the Confession Basin near Aemrys. Structural Arcana: Reflection and Reversal, Volume 1, page 93.” Thalia leaned toward me. “Does she ever not have a reference?” “I’m starting to suspect no,” I whispered. “I heard that,” Nyra said calmly, turning the page. Despite myself, I smiled. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward.

She just watched me from where she was. "Who is she?" I asked. "That is Nyx," Mira said softly. "She does not speak anymore. They took her voice." "Took her voice?" I repeated. "How?" "Magic," Mira said. "Dark magic. She knew too much, so they silenced her." I felt sick. "Why are you all down here?" I asked. "Because we are dangerous," Mira said. "Or at least, that is what they tell everyone. But the truth is, we know things. Things the council does not want anyone to know."