Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction Marinette Is Scary Novels & Stories

No," said Marrine. Her voice stopped him. She stepped forward, her knees shaking, her palms cold. "I know what I'm capable of." She looked at Damien. "I know what I'm not." Damien stared right back at her. "You're lying." "No. Marrine shook her head. "You're afraid." "Of you?" "Yes. A strange tension filled the room. Marrine took another step forward. "You're afraid because you saw something you didn't understand." Damien's mouth tightened. "You're a creature from the sea." "I am." There was a collective gasp.

She had appeared out of nowhere, her eyes bloodshot and dark magic rolling off her skin. "Lady Nightbane, can I trouble you to step into the trees for a short chat?" Mirelle had asked, her face twisted into a fake, disturbing smile. Even though I didn't know the full extent of her madness, my wolf had bristled with immediate danger. I kept my distance, holding the paper bag tight. "There's no one around here, Mirelle. If you have something to say, say it right here. My mate and my children are waiting for me."

“Talk to me. Please. I feel you slipping away.” His throat tightened. “I keep remembering what they did. How they fucked me. How I… came for them. I feel disgusting even letting it cross my mind after everything you and Mitchelle have given me.” Tears pooled in Mirabel’s eyes, but she held him tighter. She pressed herself against him with her warm and soft body. “I’m scared too,” she whispered. “That their darkness is pulling you away but I won’t let you go. Not without a fight.”

Why did she look so disgusted by my touch? “Are you drunk?” Marceline asked, her voice cold. “I’m not drunk, Marc. I really missed you, please,” I said quietly, my voice trembling. My whole body screamed to hold her, to feel her close again. “You must be drunk,” she hissed. “Because what makes you think I’ll ever let you touch me?” Her words cut deep. Her eyes were so cold — like I was a stranger trying to force myself on her. “I’m your husband,” I said, as if reminding her who I was.

****** ***Marisol’s POV*** The mariposa negra on Dragon’s windowsill isn’t the only one. A cold dread settled in the pit of my stomach, a knot of pure fear. I crush the second butterfly beneath my bare heel, the rough fibers of the rug doing little to cushion the sickening crunch of its obsidian wings. They still twitched, a faint, unsettling tremor as though a final, defiant spasm.

‘Tell Marcia to steer clear of the blood, it’s called a lava beetle for a reason, they live in magma and their blood is as equally hot, so if you touch it, your skin will melt,’ Fafnir said, dashing forward to grab the beetle’s now distracted head to prevent further bucking. ‘Marcia, don’t touch the…’ Rex began to say, his words being cut short, feeling a sharp burning sensation hit his chest, hearing Marcia scream at the same time, once she screamed in pain, Ulna also seemed to become distracted by the suddenness, the skylark’s grip over the beetle’s outer shell slipped, it clamping down over Marcia once it was free, just as Marcia looked up and saw what was happening, her eyes went wide, a

she added and walk away. " what just happened? did Linda the deadly just congratulate you?" Maria said in suprise " but what Barbie is she speaking of" I asked " girl even though you are brainy you still lack a bit of common sense" she said to me and nodded toward Madison and Elizabeth who were glaring at me maliciously,not only them with other girls too,I shiver ran down my spine as I caught cold from their glare. Mar might have seen to notice my scared state" no need being scared you gat me, Maria the phsyco to protect you" she said proudly I smiled tiredly as we made our way to our building with her help. ******************************************

The first thing she said when I acted weird is– “Danger…” My body froze up and my mind came to halt. Cold wind brush through out my skin and cold sweats are starting to form around my forehead. “Lady Marina are you sick?” nag-aalalang tanong ni Rita ng manpansing ang pamumutla ko. I instantly, straighten my body at humarap dito. “Okay lang ako Rita,” I said while smiling. There is really a big problem! And I believe the original Lady Marina is problematic!

“You can’t.” The other girls laugh. Then the bell rings, and they scatter, leaving me alone with Miranda. “One more thing,” she hisses, still keeping me trapped in the corner. “I saw you talking to Malcolm. And I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but he’s my mate. Mine. So you better stay away from him.” I nod quickly and frantically, eager to agree to her command. “And if I ever catch you near him again,” she threatens, pressing her needle sharp claw against the exposed skin on my chest hard enough to draw out a pinprick of blood, “I’ll rip you apart.”

The way her magic had sparked against my skin like a living storm. A curse slipped through my mind, low and sharp. “Pathetic”, Velken, my Lycan, growled with dark amusement. He was right. The thought of another woman, even one as stunning as Marina, left me cold. My Lycan hated it. Especially he hated Liora. He wanted only our mate. Mira. And gods help me, I wanted her too. Marina’s voice became background noise as my mind drifted back to Mira’s face. There was something about her… a force I couldn’t ignore, something raw and untamed, as though her magic called to me even when she wasn’t near.