Miraculous Ladybug & Cat Noir Novels & Stories

“I need to go over there. Someone’s in trouble. I have to help them.” “Are you crazy?” Michael looked shocked and annoyed at the same time. “Camille, I know you can stand up for yourself, but what if there are dangerous people in there? Or worse, what if they have weapons? A knife? A gun? You can’t possibly defend yourself against a gun! Unless you make up some far-fetched story about how you always wear a bulletproof vest—” “Noah, that girl needs help,” Camille said. “I’m not going in there unprepared. I can handle them by myself.”

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

From the shadows, silhouetted figures began to emerge, their eyes glowing with an eerie light. Selene's voice, filled with urgency, echoed from a distance, "Guardians, be wary! The harp doesn't just bridge realms; it also attracts those who dwell in the spaces between." The guardians, now encircled by the shadowy entities, readied themselves for a confrontation. But as the first notes of a counter-melody began to form, a massive rift cracked open in the sky, revealing an army of mirrored beings from various realities, led by the all-too-familiar mirrored Isolde.

Bienley murmured softly, his brow furrowed as he attempted to make sense of the hazy dreams that often haunted his slumber. "I'm so sorry, my prince, for the nightmares we've unwittingly implanted in your innocent mind," Bella whispered, consumed by a tidal wave of guilt and despair. "Your nightmare began when you were abducted. The rain, a cruel accomplice, erased his tracks. But Papa mobilized all his power and influence. After a harrowing search, you were finally rescued. But, the villain escaped, slipping away like a shadow into the night" Bella's voice grew steely, her eyes cold as ice, reflecting the depth of her loathing.

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Georgie asked. “Yeah. I’ll sleep now,” Noah said. Right then, Catherine Batton sent Noah a WeChat message. “Do you want to play League of Legends? I’m missing a good Support here. So let’s form a team of two and accumulate points together…” “Hmm… Sure…” Noah replied. “Hurry up… Stop wasting time. Turn on your computer quickly,” Catherine added. “Okay…” Noah replied. “Now, I feel that League of Legends is more fun to play than Honor of Kings…” Catherine wrote.

CARTER'S POV I could hear the sound of the girls laughing, just behind the door. I had just returned to the penthouse at 6:15 PM, and was about entering the house. I unlocked the door, and saw them. "Wow!..... I..... You guys are...." I was lost for words. Peggy and Mila were looking so dashing and beautiful, but Camilla especially, took my breath away. The girl had fine thighs too! The joggers and big tees she always wore around the house did well to conceal that fact. Peggy looked dashing as always, and her body never lied. It was then I had taken note of the dresses they both wore. The gowns were identical, except for a few differences.

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.

Silence hung in the air, taut with unspoken tension. Mira closed her book with purpose, the title concealed under its cloth cover, and rose with a resolve that beckoned Lila to follow. --- Down a narrow hallway lined with secured cabinets, Mira paused before one marked by intricate claw-like grooves. She placed her palms upon it, muttering ancient words that stirred the air with forgotten magic. A click echoed as the cabinet door opened. Inside lay two significant items: - A leather-bound journal cloaked in wolfhide - A small vial of black liquid, its contents almost still

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.