Miraculous Ladybug Christmaster Novels & Stories

“Hey, I heard the news that you’ve made me an uncle, and I couldn’t be more thrilled! But guess what? I’ve got something even more exciting planned!” “I already said no Christmas gifts this year,” I replied, feeling completely exhausted. My spirit was drained, lacking any kind of festive joy. “Oh, it’s Christmas Eve,” Hugo said with a grin. “Feel free to open one gift.” He stood up from the couch, gently placing Estelle back into her little white lace bassinet. He then crouched under the Christmas tree and retrieved the tiniest box, wrapped in plaid paper with a bow that seemed oversized for its size.

Today was a day for joy, for gratitude, for love. She dressed quickly, pulling on her warmest clothes, and made her way to the common room. The tree was there, its ornaments glittering in the soft light. The table was set, its surface covered with food. And her family was waiting, their faces bright with anticipation. "Merry Christmas!" Mira shouted, running to embrace her. "Merry Christmas, Clara!" Clara hugged her back, a warm, genuine smile spreading across her face. "Merry Christmas, Mira," she said. "Merry Christmas, everyone."

She walks into town handing them out with help from the Lotas to both wolves and scattered humans living among them. Some doors slam shut in her face. Some people mumble as she passes by, labeling her as an outsider, troublemaker, or witch. But others smile, take the flyers, and ask questions about carol night, the bonfire, and the Christmas festival that has never taken place here—not even once. Ivy radiates joy. The flashes that had been tormenting her have finally ceased. The dreams that had awakened her gasping faded away. The pain of Marcus and Jenna and the baby she lost shifts to a distant ache instead of a fresh wound.

Derek moved his hands away from my face and settled them on my shoulders, "Okay, go ahead and look." I opened my eyes and there in front of me was a Christmas tree that stood over ten feet tall. It was covered in lights, garlands, bows and beautiful ornaments. Marsh, Tasha, and a few of the other wolves stood there grinning from ear to ear. I took one look at the beautiful tree and my eyes filled. "I haven't had a Christmas tree in a long, long time. It's the most beautiful tree I've ever seen," I whispered. Derek wrapped his arms around me and hugged me from behind, "Samuel told me. I called Marsh and he made it happen."

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

Someday, Gideon may need to teach both Rafe and any children Rosie and I have, how to be witches while I teach them how to be wolves, because if they are anything like my Rosie, they will be powerfully double-blessed. I move aside some clothing and a few books and find at the very bottom of the trunk the source of all the ringing. Wrapped in silk, and wrapped in a strong leather case is a silver mirror. It is a beautiful piece of art. The frame is shaped to look like a forest of trees, their branches creating a lace filigree of their branches, which blossom with large dogwood flowers that almost seem to grow and change before my eyes.

But I knew that that wasn’t something I could imagine. I couldn’t sleep well. I tried to make myself sleep but I just couldn’t. I tossed and turned for what felt like hours when sleep finally found me. The dream was weird. I was in a forest; I was standing on top of a garden bellow. I jumped down and landed on my feet. The walls were so high and the only way to go in and out was though two huge boulders and you’ll have to climb up the roots of the trees. A lake was near me and a huge tree was rooted near the wall. It was like a bowl. I turned to a figure in front of me. It was a woman. I staggered back. She had jet black hair that reached her shoulder blades and it was braided in a French br

“You’re dead, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be the next ghost whisperer.” A deep chuckle that has a direct line to my clit engulfs me, creating a plague of goosebumps to appear across my frigid flesh. “Turn around and look at me, Little Bird.” With obedience, I turn around slowly. “Happy Birthday, baby.” As soon as our eyes meet, my vision blurs and I lose consciousness, collapsing to the ground.

Her eyes flashed with a grief I didn’t understand. “It’s time,” she said softly, “you learned the truth about our family… and about Him.” The voices outside grew louder. A chorus of whispers. Merry Christmas.Merry Christmas. Merry Christmaaaaas… My skin crawled. Ruby lifted the lantern. And the flames inside turned black.

she screamed. But I wasn’t fast enough. The Stinger was already there. Hand raised. Magic gathering like a storm. And this time, it was aimed at her. The second the old bastard reached the porch, the others sprang into action. Tristan lunged at one of the smaller Stingers, slamming him into a tree with a snarl. The other wolves split off, tearing through the others like fury given fangs. Lyra stood her ground, her hands glowing with the little magic she had, drawing a protective line across the dirt.