Miraculous Ladybug Jagged Stone Novels & Stories

Jax came in and took Angel to the doctors. "Are you ready?" he asked. I nodded. We are now with the mystical dragon. I need his guidance. The stones are already on the mystical table and we are the only ones missing. I took a deep breath and picked up the stone in my body. Little by little it came out. I can't help but be mesmerized. "Are you sure about that?" the dragon asked me. I smiled at him. "Yes. This way, there will be no discrimination. Everyone is free."

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "

[Primus] A strange artificial stone lines the tunnel, and I can’t help but stare as the platform descends. I am an earth dragon, and I’ve seen all types of stone, but this substance was outside my experience. It is a type of shaped stone, perfectly formed, its grooves determining not only the course of our platform, but the speed of its descent. The stone itself isn’t made of a single type, but of the fragments of several, pasted together with water and another substance not quite Terran, giving the grooves a faint blue sheen that flickered to life with the glow of the stone in Liaison Everly’s staff.

I went outside, there had to be a guest toilet somewhere down the hall. I padded out of the room on bare feet, searching for the toilet. When I found it, I saw to my needs and was washing my hands when I heard something whispering, I looked into the mirror above the sink and instead of my reflection, there was somebody else there, a woman with blue hair and wholly dark eyes, I let out a short scream before she disappeared and Margot was there in her place, “You don’t have much time heir of Quillon” then she disappeared too.

Mira looked up to the sky and watched it darken as if the day had turned into a night. "No, no, no, no," Abbadon repeatedly said as she noticed the changes in the sky before her eyes focused on Mira. "It was you!" Harvesting the dark energy from the monsters, Abbadon dashed towards her enemies in anger while Jazmine stayed put in the same position. Mira stood quickly and welcomed Abbadon's attack with dual daggers that she kept hidden for a while. Sensing the danger around Abbadon, Jazmine moved and headed towards Mira, who was thwarting Abbadon's constant attack.

Then the chosen dragon will find the stone and rebuild the dragon empire. They chose me. At first, I refused. I begged to stay. Being put in stone would mean I leave behind my love, Jonat. It took convincing, but when Jonat said it was for the greater good. I told her goodbye, and we shared one last kiss before I stepped back onto an altar. That’s where the council cast me into stone. Before turning me to stone, my mother gave me a small green gem shard. It would hold just enough magic to shift from dragon to human form and use minor spells. The only downside is it too is powered by human energy. Now when I wake, I must find a human to get energy for the gem. I will force them to help me fin

Mira thought she saw a tiny glint from his eyes as he nodded. “You remember the pulko stones I gave you, don’t you Mira?” asked Casser while looking at Mira. “Yes, I remember,” she said. “I got those stones from him.” Casser pointed a thumb at Remuel. “They were pretty useful to me, especially when I have to escape a… client,” said Mira, forcing a smile at Remuel. “Have you got any more of those?” she asked. Remuel forced out his breath and said, “Well, Mira. As I said, magical artifacts are harder to come by these days. Those stones I gave to—”

She needed proof, irrefutable evidence that could bring Harding crashing down. She crept along the hull of the yacht, her fingers searching for a vantage point, a crack in the facade. She found a small opening near a porthole, just large enough to peek through. Okay, I can definitely help you continue Chapter 37 of "Heart of Stone." I'll focus on thrills, villains, and conflict, and make sure it's at least 1290 words long. Here we go!

Lira (POV) The corridor narrows and twists. It buckles into a stairwell resembling the ribs made of stone arching like the cracked spine of something long dead and calcified. Each stone step is carved with old magic—runes so deep and jagged they look like they were gouged in by claw, not hand. In between them sits teeth. Real ones. Wolf fangs. Human molars. Bone shards lashed into the stone like a mouth waiting to close on the first idiot stupid enough to climb.