Miraculous.ladybug Fan Comics Novels & Stories

she added. Mirabel shook her head. "There is a demon I once made an encounter with in another world, or should I say dimension." She said and opened the drawer in the table she was sitting on. She brought out an old scroll and stood up from the table and then proceeded to roll out the scroll on top of the table for all to see. "I drew her the moment I laid my eyes on her. I'm very good at drawing and painting. Her name is Rozra." Samira's eyes almost bulged out of her eyes, the picture Mirabel had shown to them was that of Rozralas.

Sapphire said. As soon as I turn, I could not believe my eyes, here stood an all-white Lycan with clear blue eyes. Seeing is truly believing, looking at this beautiful creature in front me I had to agree with Sapphire she is a miracle and I cannot wait to see what she will do.

Una was barely breathing. “Damn it!” He gritted his teeth. Hevian stared at the full moon and silently uttered a prayer to the Moon Goddess to spare Una from dying. It was as if the Moon goddess heard him at once because, after a few seconds, a female faerie with silver hair and blue clothing suddenly appeared. There were sparkles of white lights like a firefly covering her body, a sign that she used Vanire—a type of teleportation magic. Hevian’s face beamed in his shortness of breath. “Lady, please help her.”

Clara asked. "Am not mocking you guys but the death Battalion are a really dangerous force, my friends have unimaginable supernatural powers and i could even contact others outside my city like the Liquidator, Firefox, fire frost , Joel, the boy with the power to control fire, lightning and wind but i won't contact them, do you know why?" Clara asked. She stared at her blankly. " gathering an army against something that cannot be killed is stupidity." Clara heaved. " Hmm. You know what, we need to leave the woods before another Lycan shows up." Sharon said.

Lucian follows—human form, tall and broad, dark hair tied back, dragon-scale tattoos peeking at his collar. He stretches once, wings hidden under glamour, but the faint scent of smoke clings to him. Seras spots Haru immediately—eyes lighting up. **Seras (grinning wide):** “Firebug!” She crosses the yard in three strides, pulls him into a hug only a big sister can give—tight, fierce, lifting him an inch off the ground despite being shorter. Haru laughs—wincing a little at his shoulder but hugging back. **Haru:**

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Hurriedly, I leaned forward and grabbed his hand, examining his fingers. But when I lifted up his hand, I found that the side of the armrest of the chair he was sitting on was chipped. I was so drawn into expressing my pain and burden to him that I didn’t think of how it might have affected him. He must have been angry upon hearing about all the mishaps I’ve experienced, considering how righteous he was. Feeling guilty, I grabbed my handkerchief and wiped off the blood from his fingers to find that it had already healed. Indeed, he’s a Lycan, healing way faster than werewolves.

Aila Coraline "For goodness’ sake, hit the target, Coraline!" Anastasia shouted in frustration after I missed the target for the fifth time. I couldn’t focus. My mind kept drifting back to the strange dream I had last night. It felt too real, like I had truly died and been brought back to life, resurrected somehow. It left me unsettled. "Sorry, okay? I just don’t feel well," I mumbled in defense. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Excuses! The competition is in a week, and you’re still shooting like a decaying archer!"

It's a handwritten book by a toddler. Lucifer looked at the drawing. It had a sun with two adults and a child in the middle. The book had a name written: Jessica's mommy and daddy. Lucifer glances through the book and turns to the second page; it says to believe. The third page says, ‘I have not abandoned you.’ The fourth page, ‘if you are reading this it is because it was planned you find this.’ As Lucifer turns the page, he sees gods hand reaching out of the sky. As he checks the other pages, it is all blank. This is where your story begins. Tossing it aside, Lucifer can't help but tear up, seeing this girl's picture with long blonde hair and about seven years old.

She followed the sound until her vision ended up to the manor’s main gate. There was a guy, whom she supposed as a messenger as it carries a small flag with a sigil of a golden eagle. Her ladyship help but to be skeptic about it for it was been about three consecutive week that she was seeing such messenger with the same flag carried on his back. With the preheated duel for control, she couldn’t help to be suspicious of even the slightest thing. She pushed herself on the corner and hid among the plants and pillars. Peeping on a small hole, she saw Matilde receiving the letter. She even looked around as if checking if someone is witnessing the act.