Miraculous Chat Noir Novels & Stories

A loud crack resounded in the otherwise silent area. Madame Mirage face turned to the left; it was few seconds but no doubt a greyish glow started to erupt from her body. then a sickening laugh came through. “Did you just punch me?” “Are you really going to pretend that you’re some old woman that’s a fortune teller?”

I hung up. I rested my chin over my knuckles, casually staring at the nothingness in front of me as if it was a very normal thing to do. It's impossible for me to acquire that virus. There's no way I'm going to interact with anyone, especially now that there's a very reasonable excuse not to. Suddenly, a black and purple blur crossed my vision. I whipped my head to the side, following its trajectory. It was a butterfly.

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

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There will be serious consequences! - In the luxurious mansion, the family retainer rushed into Liana's room with a panic-stricken look. “Ms. Yarborough! Our financial systems in Mirage City are under a mysterious hacker attack. We've lost a massive amount of money in just five minutes!” Liana was lounging on a leather sofa, admiring the calligraphy Frederick had left behind at the recent auction. She couldn't help but praise, “It captures his essence perfectly! This truly reflects the presence of Hades, the Dark Monarch!”

CHAPTER 137 Few hours later "You're not going to like this," Kairis said quietly, flipping through a thick silver-edged tome. Her fingers trembled slightly. Lucian, leaning against the far wall with arms crossed, raised a brow. "Try us." The air stank of sweat, ash, and broken magic. Dorian stood sharpening his blade beside a flickering wardlight, and Elias sat quietly, his golden eyes dull from the battle hours ago. Kairis looked up. “There’s something called the Archmirror. It’s... not just a relic. It shows you the one who betrayed you. And yourself. Who you really are. Not what you think. What you are.”

Mira pressed her palms against her ears as she groaned, “Shut up!” She fell on her knees as her eyes turned blood red. Countless black figures with red eyes were standing around her, corrupting her with malicious thoughts. She gathered her camera as she laughed again. She felt pathetic. Mira forced herself to stand even though the black figures held her down as if they weren’t willing to let her go. “Mira!” Clavier shouted as he ran towards her.

Mira landed gracefully beside him. He groaned. “That feels unfair.” Mira adjusted her jacket. “Life has always been unfair.” “We’re dead.” “Exactly.” A casino surrounded them. Slot machines moved on their own. Coins spilled onto blood-covered floors. A screen flashed. WIN THE GAME Noah looked panicked. “What game?!” Mira smiled slightly. “Now that…” She stared at the moving machines. “…sounds interesting.” Noah looked sick. “That sentence concerns me.” Elsewhere— Tess crashed into a dark warehouse.

She kissed me back like it was the only truth left. Then the first explosion hit. Glass shattered inward. Mira shouted something over the noise—code flooding the screens again. Smoke and dust filled the air. I grabbed Lena’s hand and pulled her behind the overturned table. “Mira!” I called. “I’ve got it!” she yelled back. “But once it’s open, there’s no going back!” “Then open it!” She slammed a key. The monitors went dark—then lit up again, the code now forming a single coherent image: a sigil, circular, pulsing with faint white light.

I lowered my hands and blinked—once. The blackness did not fade from my eyes. I turned slowly, letting the moment settle into the bones of those who bore witness. They would remember this. The soundless massacre. The smell of magic scorched by fire and corruption. The silence broke—by a scream. “No!” Mira’s voice cracked through the air like lightning. She sprinted toward one of the warriors—Toma, barely more than a boy—his body unmoving in the grass, burnt from the dark pulse I’d unleashed.