Miraculous Ladybug Christmaster Novels & Stories

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

It was the kind of Christmas Eve I had always loved; cozy, familiar, safe. "Werewolves." My cousin whispered dramatically, leaning forward so the younger kids hung on her every word. "They hunt in the night, their eyes glowing red, their claws sharp enough to tear through bone. And when they catch you..." She paused, lowering her voice to a chilling whisper. "...They drink your blood and turn you into werewolves!!" The children shrieked in unison, clutching each other, their wide eyes reflecting the firelight. My cousin burst into laughter, clearly pleased with herself.

He handed her the gift bag, and she just stared at it for a moment before looking back up at him. "Merry Christmas," he told her, watching her smile flare back up as she opened the bag. She reached in and drew out a beautiful snow globe. The base of it looked to be made out of gold. Carved into it were vines of ivy and roses. She ran her hands over them, feeling the texture, feeling every detail of the engraving. She quickly looked to the figure inside the glass ball, and her eyes shimmered with allure. Inside was a beautiful woman made of gold. She was decked elegantly in robes, her long wavy hair seeming to blow in an invisible wind. On her back were a pair of wings, and Jaida couldn't hel

I smiled at him, recalling the conversation we had before Christmas, his words echoing in my mind. “I always tell my kids, Christmas comes with its own miracles. Who knows? Maybe this year’s your lucky one.” I chuckled dryly and hit the elevator button, glancing back at him. “I wouldn’t count on it, Mr. Jones. Miracles? Christmas? I don’t believe in that kind of thing.” The elevator doors slid open, and as I stepped inside, I heard him call out, “Maybe this Christmas will change your mind, Miss Samantha!” As the doors closed, I sighed, shaking my head. Christmas miracles? I scoffed under my breath, feeling the familiar ache settle in.

Completely and hopelessly. He held her until she calmed down, then kissed her forehead. “You’re going to love the rest. Come on. Keep opening.” The third gift was a pair of Jimmy Choo satin heels. Limited edition. She laughed in disbelief. “Only three pairs in the world and you bought one of them?” “I have my talents.” The fourth was an original Hermès bag. By the time she opened the last one, she was already overwhelmed. It was a large Christmas snow globe. Inside it was a picture of the two of them, the one they had taken in Snowbrook. At the base of the globe were the wise men and shepherds, and carved into it were two letters. M & L.

The King nodded, me and the other Elders released our aura, from there everyone was catching their breath. “Since that part is over, are you going to answer our question?” Elder Vernor ask. “We all believed that the white Lycan was cursed, we decided not mention it. “I hate to disappoint you, but you all are wrong, the white Lycan is a gift from the moon goddess. We met the girl, and her Lycan let me tell you they both are beautiful.” “What do you mean the white Lycan is a gift?” The king ask.

It read, in big block print, “Santa’s Workshop.” “Right,” Serendipity nodded, realizing that if she could read, she would have known that. Her face lost a bit of the glimmer from before, but she still stared in awe. “How amazing!” she whispered, looking up at several stories of glass windows and the brightly dressed elves scurrying about with various toys, different patterns of wrapping paper, and other items essential to making and finishing off Christmas presents.

She hurriedly went back to the couch. “I need you girls to pass me that decoration box on the table, but you have to bring it alphabetically and carry it with care so it doesn't rumble, can I trust you with that?” I asked, pointing to the colorful container filled with balloons, streamers, and other festive goodies. “Nooo, I want to watch TV Livia,” Tessa mumbled with a frown. “Oh come on Tess, you always say you love Grandpa, now is the time to show your love for him, all these to make him happy right?” I winked at her.

She gasps with eyes wide open. "It wasn't a dream?" She gets off the bed and runs to the door. "Ibrahil!!" She screams. "That man saved my life!" She continued screaming in her head. "Where are you, Ibrahil!" She stopped when realizes she was already outside the house. She was shocked to see the surroundings. Tall trees with glistening leaves, and birds flying with different colors. The surroundings glowed as if there were hundreds of fireflies all around. It was as if different flowers were attached to every branch and tree. The lawn is full of beautiful plants with blooming tiny flowers. She looks at the sky. She couldn't believe her eyes that she's seeing seven moons.