Miraculous Ladybug Drawings Novels & Stories

At the orphanage, the kids were absorbed in their games, while Jazzy was perched on a platform, fervently sketching. Bernard was there too, right next to Jazzy, with a drawing in his hands. "Is this the one Maddie drew yesterday?" It was the Angel's Wings drawing Madeline had drawn for Jazzy. Jazzy gave a small nod. A smile actually broke across Bernard's usually stern face. Madeline was not surprised by the familiar strokes—the unmistakable signature of Lily Mora. Bernard had always had a soft spot for Madeline, and it was not without good reason. He could spot his favorite artist's work a mile away, even if it was just a glimpse on a screen.

I can already imagine her laughing at it. “Such a mischievous little imp.” She will call me later and kiss my cheeks. *Maddie* Maddie watched them leave before closing the door. After that, she didn’t waste another moment. She rushed back to the table. Taking up the discarded envelope, she pulled back the stamp. Underneath, Maddie could find the drawing. It was an eagle holding a snake in its talons. The sight sent a wave of relief through her. “Oh god, about time.” Maddie couldn't help but feel herself cry a little. These past days have proved the most difficult.

" Are you feeling good down there?" " I am," I peeked at my drawing. Inspecting the somehow horrifying image. Okay! To get this straight...I drew something which almost seemed to look like an eagle...it had wings so long that it occupied the entire space of the paper. The wings had symbols that I saw as designs. I made its eyes wide like that of an owl but its peak was like that of a raven. It was flying, and behind it, I drew a small moon at the corner of the paper, beneath the eagle's feet was a trace of reflecting water.

Jack extended his hand “You sleep for a little longer till Martin comes.” “I can’t sleep anymore.” Mira pouted; She was wide awake. She gave Jack the robe “but I just thought of something I forgot.” “Pretend I am sleeping.” Mira whispered, “I am going to space.” “Um” Jack nodded and walked out of the house with the robe and soap that Mira passed him. Mira walked into space and admired her work narcissistically before turning the robe and embroidering a miniature of their signature, blue and golden-yellow-red phoenixes. This was the first time they gave color to their signature. Both phoenixes had their magnificent wings opened in flight rising above the ground, one fire and the other from ic

Perceptive kid. She releases me and goes back to her picture. “What are you drawing?” I ask. “A forest.” She says. “Forests are dark though. Not bright like a garden.” “Forests can be very dark.” I say, nodding my head. “But they can bright and beautiful too. There are green trees and grass, and butterflies, and birds.” Grace’s face lights up a bit. “Butterflies? Where?” I point to a blank spot on the page. “You could put them there. A bunch of them.”

Tilbur suddenly remembered something and stopped him. "Oh, by the way, Mr. Jackman, these are some drawings Anna left behind. Do you want them? If not, we'll throw them out." Taking the drawings Ms. Tilbur handed him, Micah suddenly felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. Looking at the contents, his hands began to tremble. The drawing showed a little girl playing piano with two people sitting beside her, clapping. The picture was crude, obviously just a child's scribbles. But Micah immediately recognized the person in black clothes clapping on the right side as himself.

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.

Nicholas' POV "Daddy, look!" Bella ran up to me holding a drawing she had just finished. It was full of bright crayon colors and showed what looked like three figures: her, me, and a third person with long hair and something that looked like a star on her neck. "It's beautiful, sweetheart," I said, taking the paper to look more closely. "Who's this one?" "Gwen!" Bella answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I drew us watching Miraculous, remember?"

LYRA POV Even though the room was dimly lit, it couldn't hide what surrounded me. Drawings. Everywhere I looked, there were drawings of me. Me standing in the garden, sunlight catching my hair. Me sleeping, my face peaceful and relaxed. Me walking through corridors, my dress flowing behind me. Me laughing at something, joy captured in careful pencil strokes. My hands shook as I reached out to touch one of the papers. The detail was perfect. Every line of my face, every strand of hair, every small expression—all captured with stunning accuracy.

Which brings me to my master plan. Lucas raised an eyebrow, leaning over my shoulder as I began to draw furiously. "Your master plan?" "Yes," I said proudly, tapping the paper. "Look." I drew a small, stick-figure crown sitting on top of a giant head with angry eyebrows. "This is me… playing you." Then, I drew a row of tiny little monsters at the bottom of the page with jagged teeth, horns, and tiny pitchforks. "These are your court ministers and Lord Brandon. They're basically demons."