Miraculous Ladybug Jagged Stone Novels & Stories

I looked directly into her eyes. Now. Suddenly Mira lifted her foot and stomped down hard on Stone’s boot. CRACK. “FUCK!” Stone roared. At the exact same moment, Mira drove her knee straight into his groin with everything she had. Stone folded instantly in pain. And I moved. Fast. Faster than thought. I grabbed the gun from his hand before he could recover and ripped Mira away from him. Then I emptied the bullets straight into the sand. Clink. Clink. Clink.

“I promised to discharge him from the army. I did. But a boy with your blood is too valuable to leave in the slums. He is in the palace dungeons, Isolde. He will stay there to make sure you keep your end of the bargain.” I screamed in rage and lunged at him. I wanted to scratch his eyes out. I wanted to tear the stone from his face. But as I got close, the door burst open. Lady Morgana stood there. She was beautiful, but her eyes were full of venom. She held a small, glowing stone in her hand, a Truth-Seeker. "Your Majesty!" she cried, pointing the stone at me. The stone turned a bright, angry red. "I knew it! This girl is not Isadora. The stone never lies. She is a spy!"

“Are you sure about that? You’re surrounded, and your entire hybrid army is dead. I don’t know what happened to your brother, but he isn’t here either. No one will come and save you.” Mirelle’s response is to roar and kick Lily off her back, only to get attacked by Juanita, Chelsea, and Jenny. The three rogues bite into her arms and leg to hold her down as the magic circle expands with an eerie energy. Suddenly light pierces Mirelle’s chest, causing her to scream in excruciating pain until she finally shatters into a million shards of glass. “Goodbye, dear,” my grandma smiles with her hands placed on Lily’s shoulders. “Let’s hope I never see your ugly face on my territory again! See you in h

However, when they left the forest, the teachers gave them a Liera Stone. Liera Stone is an item to put spirit eggs inside. The spirit eggs would hatch quickly when they are in the Liera Stone. Also, you have to dip some blood on the Liera Stone just to identify you as its Master. So that, if you lost it, it would automatically appear in your hands. The Liera Stone could only accomodate one spirit egg, unlike Soheila's spirit ring. Hector and Sirene did not have any spirit egg since the two tiny birds were out of the spirit egg already. The two tiny birds were on Hector and Sirene's shoulders all the time. They were not noisy at all and always had a curious eye when they look around. “The sp

she said, her slender fingers brushing against her curly brown hair. Eden's piercing blue eyes, with their golden centers, gleamed with mischief as he asked, "Really, you think ladybugs are cute?" His chiseled features seemed to hint at a subtle smile, but his expression remained neutral. Pearl's face lit up with a nod, her delicate features radiating enthusiasm. "Yeah, ain't they?"

Damian broke a few free, stuffing them into his satchel. “They’re reacting,” I breathed. “To your magic,” he said. “To you.” Then it came. The beast of the rift. It erupted from beneath a collapsed ridge—a monstrous thing of molten scales, serpentine and massive, its horns scraping the jagged cliffside. Its eyes burned bright as twin suns, and in its chest, a glowing lump—a magic stone the size of a knight’s shield—pulsed like a heartbeat. It opened its jaws and roared.

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

Quinn’s POV The room around us at that moment felt like it began to swirl, as if a baby tornado was rising from the debris beneath our feet, levitating the million little pieces of the moonstone in the air. Lyra at that moment took a step back, dropping the stone that she had crushed the moonstone with from in her hand, as she stared on with me, watching the display of power before our eyes, releasing from the shattered moonstone.

I clenched my fists, my teeth bared, and stepped into the ruins. The ruins glowed faintly beneath the moonlight, the broken symbols etched across the stones burning brighter the closer I came. The air was sharp, almost cutting against my skin, and the sound of the river crashing below shook the ground as if warning me away. My claws flexed at my sides, my chest heavy with the weight of the bond that pulsed faint and uneven, and I kept my eyes fixed on the glow at the center of the ruins where the mirror stone waited. Marcus lingered at the edge of the clearing, his face pale, his voice shaking. “Do not step closer. Once the stone awakens it will not let you leave. You cannot fight what comes

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.