Miraculous Ladybug A Christmas Special Novels & Stories

Aria's POV "Aria! Over here!" I turned and beheld Aunt Mira waving her arms as she had a great big smile on her face. She was running my way before I could think, and threw her arms open and embraced me. “Oh, dear,” she said , cupping my face. "Look at you! You've grown so much." "Aunt Mira, don't embarrass me." She ignored me completely. “You have always been studying overseas. Never spent a single holiday at home. You have become a young woman before my very eyes.”

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

But it was worth a shot I guess. “Why won't you listen to me, I know what's best for you,” I sighed for the umpteenth time, brushing the unruly dark curls framing his forehead back and he pouted. “But I wanna do it, my teacher says it will be fun and also we get to try on costumes for the Christmas play mommy,” he says in one breath, his eyes wide in pure excitement. “Olivia and I will play sheeps in the manger,” he squealed, punching the air. I felt my heart squeeze at that, Lucien had never been this set on doing something and it killed me to be the one to take that away from him.

She knew she couldn't last much longer. Suddenly a figure of a woman in a long scarlet robe appeared in her mind's eye. She floated and almost lit up. There was a red glow around her. She had long red hair and wore a crown depicting a waxing, a full and a waning moon. ‘Lexan, daughter of the daughters remembers well, love always triumphs when it must. It is always about the hour of choice, take the love fire from your heart. Is it love or fear my child that wins?’ She slowly faded. Maddie came back with a shock to her body full of pain.

"Rest. I'll be just outside if you need anything." When the door closed behind him, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. The room is beautiful, filled with white roses and soft lights and Christmas magic. But it feels like a cage. A gilded, perfect cage. I look at the Christmas tree again. Something about it bothers me. The ornaments are expensive, tasteful, and perfect. But they don't feel like mine. Nothing in this room feels like mine except the fear growing in my chest. What kind of life did I have before the accident? Why can't I remember the man who claims to love me? And why does every cell in my body tell me that I'm not safe here, even though he's given me every reason to

Lowering myself to her level, I held her shoulders gently and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “No,” I said softly. “No, honey. You just had a nightmare. That’s all.” She didn’t look convinced. “Mummy has no reason to hurt Daddy,” I added quickly. “I’ll be back soon. And guess what? We’re spending Christmas here with Grandma and Uncle Elliot.” Her face lit up instantly. “Yeah.” “I’m just going to get a few things for Christmas,” I said. “I’ll be back.” I turned away before she could ask anything else.

Where she gets her energy from I'll never know but I'm loving every moment of watching her. The next few hours consist of showers, matching Christmas pyjamas, takeout, sweets, popcorn and a movie called The Grinch Who Stole Christmas. I'd never heard of it before but I loved every minute of it and so did Nina. "It's almost 9 pm and way past someone's bedtime." Nina gives me a pouty look before I've even finished talking but it's not going to wash with me. "Can I stay up a ikkle more momma, peas!" She holds her hands together like she's praying and while the scene she's putting on is adorable and has most likely already swayed Josh and Riley to agree, it's not worked on me.

I asked, my voice like gravel. Aurora shook her head. “I don’t know. But it wasn’t just a shield. It healed him. Like it reversed the curse. No spell I’ve ever seen could’ve done that. And definitely not anything from me. That was her, Gabriel. Or whatever's inside her.” I looked back at Priscilla, lying still but somehow radiating that same quiet hum. Like the air around her still remembered what she’d done. Just as Aurora’s words hung between us, the air in the room shifted.

I say as I get up and give her a big hug before pulling away from the comfort of my friend. “Hey, buddy, calm down.” Mira laughs as she kneels to pet him. “So…” Mira starts, standing back up and looking at me with a glint of curiosity in her eyes. She knows me too well. “How’s it going with Christian?” "Things with Christian are always great... he came by to bring me a Christmas gift," I say as I point to the little box next to my coffee. "What is it?" She asks.

Mirabela greeted everyone with a loud flap of her wings as she landed on the table, causing all the food and decorations to fly away. "Looks like you're all having a good time here?" Mirabela inquired, only to be met with silence. "Oh, don't be ashamed of me; I only came here to personally and warmly greet the arrival of your priestess," she continued, lifting one foot of her claws to show everyone her razor-sharp nails. "So tell me, where is she now?" she asked as she moved over to the table. "There is no arrival of a priestess that occured, Great Scandiaca, this is just a simple fiest," Mago explained.