Miraculous Ladybug Christmaster Novels & Stories

“How about you get into your pajamas, and we’ll get you some milk and cookies? We can watch Miraculous Ladybug—the new episode came on tonight.” Malaya’s eyes lit up instantly, excitement chasing away the lingering cold. “Yes!” she squealed, already halfway to the stairs. She stopped suddenly, one hand gripping the railing, then spun around like she’d forgotten something important. Her energy softened, replaced with a quiet hesitation as she walked back toward Jordan. “Thanks for a great day,” she said quietly, her voice smaller now, shy in a way that made Laila’s chest ache.

Rita The library’s towering shelves cast long shadows as Rita and Derek walked side by side, their conversation a careful dance of half-truths. "Mugwort enhances dream magic," Derek said, fingers trailing along a dusty spine. "But it’s the timing of the harvest that most witches overlook." Rita nodded absently. "Gogo always picks it under a waxing moon." "Smart woman." Derek shot her a sidelong glance. "You seem better today." "I am."

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.

Chapter 3 Rebecca couldn't tell whether it was the morning sun that woke her up, or the aroma of something delicious downstairs. Her eyes still closed and she stayed in bed, she smiled. She knew it was her brother creating the edible magic that heightened her senses with warmth and excitement. She sighed and sat up on her bed. She covered her eyes from the morning as she stood up to close the blinds. She then took a long stretch and an involuntary yawn followed immediately. She couldn't even tell whether she felt refreshed or if she was more tired than she was last night.

She opened the gate and I stepped inside. The maid lead me in this huge place of Lysias and the thought that we are going inside the mansion we didn't. We walk straight at the green field and you can see nothing but a green of grass all over. Starting from here I can see a figurine of a woman still far away from where we are. It sort of I already know who it was. “My lady, Christmas is here for you,” said of the maid as we reached to her.

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.

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 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.