Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir Novels & Stories

And they don't care. Why would they. There are stranger creatures occupying the streets. From a lamppost dangles a colour-shifting chameleobat the size of a small child. It's long tongue darting out to catch technicolour moths that flock toward the light. A whole family of winged komodo dragons trudge across the street when the 'walk' light flashes. It's still the same dirty, polluted, stained, streets. But now the magic that always simmered beneath the surface, that felt like the city's despair, is out in the open. And it no longer feels like despair.

wow this is so me, I thought, I was always oblivious of what was going on in reality when I'm reading an interesting novel, especiallly romantic ones. "What's ur name? "I'm Mirabel, mira for short" I answered observing the room. "Nice I'm ashey, and that moron over there is bolu, don't mind her manners" she said laughing and tapping the other girl lightly. "Good evening o, when did u come" bolu asked. Her expression was like she was not pleased to see me. "Not long ago" my bunky has not resumed school?? I asked after noticing my corner was empty except for the mattress on the bunks.

I'm always alone because my life is too difficult and my heart is too heavy to ever let anyone in. I've never shown mercy to anyone in my life. But then... It was a quiet and peaceful night. The wind blew gently against me, the trees swayed from side to side, and birds twittered. Then, out of nowhere, I came across a large brown box on my way to my neighborhood. I decided to open the box because I was curious. There was a kitten inside who was wary of me. It is covered in bruises, cuts, and scratches. At first glance, it appeared to have been abused. "Come kitty, kitty," I said as I took the small white cat into my arms, tears welling up in its blue dainty eyes.

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.

How the hell did that happen? Having no time to process these sudden unexpected mind link powers, I ran and jumped as high as I could muster, at the nearest tree. Clinging onto a branch with all my strength I managed to climb up on it before the rogue beneath me attempted to pull me down. Seconds later the rogue was shot dead by someone in the bushes opposite. I screamed in panic but then out jumped Ben and Daniel in their wolf forms along with a few of the warriors. Ben's wolf was beautiful, thick black fur and and he was extremely strong. Taking down the remaining rogues easily in a matter of seconds. We were finally safe but Ben was furious to say the least. They quickly changed back to

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

"Things have changed since you left." "What kind of things?" "There are people living here who's not..normal. People who can transform into creatures at night." My eyes widened. "Werewolves?" "Yeah. But the beast is unlike the others. It's vicious and bloodthirsty. It kills people in its blinded rage." "So that was what dad talked about." "The Hunter group is going crazy for the beast. It's deadly and unpredictable. Not to mention that there's more than one." "Meaning the werewolves?"

Ignoring the boredom comment, I answered the important part. “Amelia.” It felt strange calling her that, but she was right. We needed to act more familiar. “Who’s Amelia?” Noah asked. Carter’s expression was pure disapproval. Hamilton looked curious. “Mrs. Nichols,” I told Noah. “Who?” I rolled my eyes. “My assistant, idiot.” “Jesus, Ry,” Carter said. “That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen. You’re supposed to expand the business, not bankrupt us.” “I know. But she agreed.”

The Switch, when holding correctly, suppressed the wolf register cleanly, the specific cellular signature of an elevated species, the scent compound that any trained nose in this compound would recognize as kin or threat depending on context. What had leaked through in that brief window was the baseline projection Silver Dawn field investigators ran as their ambient state. Not wolf. Not human exactly, but the human-register signal, the carefully calibrated cellular output that read to any standard assessment as warm-blooded and unremarkable. A woman. Nothing elevated. Nothing that warranted a deeper look. To Reineck, running his questions with his flat cataloguing eyes, I was exactly what Ly

I say. Alpha Mayhem and Libby stop in front of us. "I have the weapon to kill Umbra and her minions," Libby says. We have our weapon, too, I think to myself. I help Mother Agnes into the truck. I hope Fallon does not hate me for helping Mother Agnes use her life force to save Fallon.