Miraculous Ladybug Copycat Novels & Stories

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

She asked them if they had eaten and advised them repeatedly before going back to her work room. Mira quickly entered space and started working on the pattern for her godmother. The pattern was similar to that of her mother with the difference of flower being magnolia flowers and the bird being godmother’s favorite bird, blue tit bird. It was as though she had been injected with stimulants as she finished one work after the other.

At the upper level, one of the old tanks exploded, releasing something inside. A body hit the floor. Female. Fully grown. White hair. Silver eyes. Mira’s exact face. She opened her eyes. And smiled. Mira stopped cold. “What the…” The copy’s hand blurred. A pulse of raw force knocked Mira backward. She hit the wall hard. The copy rose, voice soft and chilling: “Luna-13 rejected. Luna-22 activated.” Grey moved in front of Mira, blade raised. But Luna-22 didn’t attack.

Now Jon wanted me to live up to it. A green screen appeared before me. Do you wish to create a new skill? I tapped the screen, and it opened up another window. It said Fusion on the top, below it, held two boxes and a list of my skills. I glanced up to Matilda. She wasn't moving. Still trying to comprehend what was going on. I had time. I selected [Overseer] and tapped on [Copywriter]. Do you wish to combine these two? "Yes," I said. The two smashed together, creating a new skill called [Mirror Eyes]. Do you wish to update the system? "Yes."

“Now that you had seen what you can do, there is no reason for you to listen to them ever again.” Maridelle did not focus on him. Instead she observes what’s in front of her. The winged animal on the corner of the cage was hit by the creature who has just taken down one of them. She thought it has nothing to show off, but as the bully continued hitting it, it replicates itself. The stonger the blow the faster it multiplies. “Bravo!” Maridelle clapped. It did not stopped there. The winged animals begun to open its mouth showing a long array of sharp teeth, snarling at the bully. Monsters are they are, the original creature and its copies swarm over the bulky and strong bully, shredding his bo

The good feelings cultivated through constant interaction with her junior brother played a role. Lily Moon's will did not resist Sebastian in the slightest, especially with the influence of the 'Enchanting Bugs' inside her. "Young junior brother... you... you're not allowed to look at me..." Fortunately, Lily Moon still retained a bit of rationality, but the tone of this 'warning' carried a teasing undertone. Sebastian smiled bitterly. The 'Enchanting Bugs' is a type of insect that stimulates human desires. If contaminated, one must not use cultivation techniques; otherwise, they will be automatically absorbed.

My eyes fell at the digital clock showing 6:32, the phone would take eight minutes to copy the data. This special kind of mirror phone was programmed to mirror a phone as the original phone. Whatever activity goes on in the host phone happens in this phone too and vice versa. Apparently, the Astors didn’t throw away my luggage. I found it in the closet a few weeks ago and I struck gold. I saw Mia pass as she went to the restroom area to clean the coffee stain on her pencil skirt.

But none of her magic seemed to work on the flames that drew closer to her every second. Controlling fire was Miaka’s specialty and she could make fire appear and disappear out of nowhere. And even though people might think it was her causing the fire…it wasn’t. No one had seen me brush Miaka’s hand lightly when I’d stood close to her. Only Miaka would know that the fire had been caused by me. Because not many in my world knew that one of my greatest abilities as an Incubus, aside from mind manipulation and wiping someone’s mind clean of selective or all memories, was the fact that I could copy anyone’s powers just by a single touch. The power didn’t last forever. It faded after a few hours,

> “Trying to. Mimicking. Maybe… learning.” Mira swallowed. “Great. So we’ve created a magical toddler with attachment issues.” > “You say that like it’s funny.” > “It’s either laugh or panic, Adrian. I’m choosing laughter for now.” But even as she said it, the mirror rippled — and a voice that wasn’t quite hers whispered from the reflection: > “Don’t laugh at me.” Mira froze. “Did you—?” > “Yes,” Adrian said grimly. “I heard it too.”

The mirror came back in pieces and remembered itself wrong before it slid into place. The penlight clicked off. The afterimage burned behind my eyes, a rectangle of white floating over her face. “They didn’t just take your time,” she said, voice a little hoarse. “They made a copy while you were under. Not code. Weight and timing. Muscle memory. They cloned your rhythms and wrote them into someone else. A mirror you. They called this place the mirror cell because they were proud of it.” I sank back onto the bench. The bench complained; my knees did not. That bothered me more than anything.