Miraculous Chat Noir Novels & Stories

“Hope you're having a nice time at the College?“ The twins didn't reply; they just keep staring at me. Then Mira step forward, her voice disgustingly sweet—same voice she use to trap my husband. “My princes.“ She bows gracefully with a broad smile on her face. “I'm Mira Whitmore. It's so nice to meet the famous Grand prince of the Nightmoor Pack.“ Rafe folds his arms, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen. “Well.. it's not nice to meet you, Mirage.“ Mirage? For a second, the word Mirage seem to hang in the air like smoke—twisting, curling, settling into every ear in the hallway.

Leaning against the black marble fountain, surrounded by his entourage like a king with his court, was the kind of boy who didn’t need to announce his dominance—the world simply bent to his will. Damien Leclair. The name was already infamous. Halewood’s untouchable. Wealthy. Brilliant. Arrogant. Every rumor painted him as something between a genius and a devil, a man who could destroy you with one look. His sharp jawline, his tailored blazer—he didn’t wear the school uniform, he commanded it. And his eyes… God. They weren’t the usual hazel or brown or blue—they were storm-gray, cold and sharp, as though he’d swallowed thunderclouds. When they locked on me, just for a fleeting second, I felt

Lyra didn’t answer right away. Then, “Eventually.” Mikah’s silence said more than her words. The room felt too still. Like everything in it was holding its breath. I reached for Gabriel’s hand again—but just as my fingers brushed his wrist, his eyes snapped open. I gasped. But they weren’t his eyes. Not golden. Not even human. They were pitch-black. Bottomless. My heart stilled. Then the darkness in his eyes cracked—like glass under pressure. And something else looked back at me.

At first, it was faint—like a whisper slipping between heartbeats. Aria… do you remember? She stiffened, the sound threading straight into her mind. It wasn’t loud, but it was intimate, sliding past thought and reason. Mira gripped her arm hard. “Don’t let it in. Keep to the circle.” But the whispers multiplied. Dozens of voices, overlapping, familiar and strange, their tones a tangle of tenderness and cruelty. You have failed before, child of flame. How many times will you lose them all?

“Did you win?” Mira looked down at the red-glowing threshold ahead. “No,” she said. “I just bought us one more level.” Then the lights went black. All of them. From the dark, a child’s voice whispered through the static. “Mira Lane… I’ve been waiting for you.” End of Chapter Forty-One ––––––––––––––––––

Her words tumbled out in a rush. Her eyes were bulged and burned with fierce intensity, her jaw clenched as she accused me of what she knew nothing about. She was still speaking when her girls began to nod their heads and affirm her words with a chorus of "yes" and "yeahs," until another voice cut through their chorus. "That's correct, my Lord," someone else said. "She's using black magic." I turned toward the direction of the one who had just spoken, to find the hefty guard I had flung over the air. Only then did I see the trail of blood at the corner of his lips, which had not stopped dripping.

Rusty dropped to the ground. Following Eric's instructions exactly, he began crawling like a turtle. While crawling, he continued slapping his own face. Within moments, his entire face was beaten to a pulp, completely unrecognizable. This scene left everyone else utterly dumbstruck. Then immediately, they felt their blood run cold with terror. Someone gasped in horror, "Dark magic! It has to be! That guy is using dark magic!" "It's not dark magic, you idiot. That's the legendary Phantom Mirage; it can control people's minds and steal their consciousness."

The tiny light flickered three times. Paused. Then twice. Then once. A pattern. Not chance. Communication. Noah was already writing furiously. Naturally. The rest of us watched the darkness. Waiting. The signal repeated. Three. Two. One. The same rhythm. The same sequence. Again. And again. Mira closed her eyes. A single tear slipped down her cheek. When she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "It's a Watchkeeper's call." The forgotten road glowed faintly beneath us.

Previously.... Trix gulped as she watched their carriage left. She closed her book and sighed. How was she going to fix the problem that she had created. Trix was deep in thought that she didn't even hear the yells coming from behind her. A body collided with hers and she fell to the ground. "Milady, are you alright," a deep voice said. Trix slowly opened her eyes and froze at the sapphire ones staring back at her. She opened her mouth and closed it like a fish. The man staring at her was drop dead gorgeous. The smiled at her and offered his hand and Trix nearly fainted.

Silas takes a sip of the strange-looking drink and I just look at my glass. “Darling!” A strange voice shouts and Silas gets up and hugs a woman. Or I think it’s one until she turns to look at me. I don’t know what you call something that is blue with black tattoos all over their body. “I’ve missed you. Where have you been?” The thing openly flirts and a soft growl escapes between my lips.