Miraculous Ladybug Kagami Novels & Stories

Nya took the Heart of Magic and put it in the chest, casting a spell that would transfer the magic to Slate, and when she closed the door, it locked under a spell that only Slate could open. Taking a deep breath, Nya stepped back a few steps, glad to have that done. Now, she had to figure out how to get back to the battle. Her eyes went to Gator. He was still stone, her spell not breaking when she transferred the power, though she was sure that Slate could reverse it if he wanted to. She’d have to find another way. “Is everything all right?” She heard the voice of the maid as she came into the room. “Oh, my!”

“Ketsukagami.” The floating blood responded instantly. The ribbons coalesced, flattening and expanding into a perfect circular mirror—shimmering, liquid-red, reflective surface hovering in the air before her. It solidified just enough to hold its shape while still rippling like mercury, every movement sending faint waves across its surface. Celeste stared into the blood mirror. “Show me the Swarm,” she whispered. “The attack today. Isolated or prelude?” The mirror’s surface swirled, colors shifting from deep crimson to smoky black. Images formed with perfect clarity.

“Sister Marguerite, hear my call. I summon you with a heart full of light and love. I request your spirit’s voice through the ether. Let it be.” The incantation doesn’t rhyme like Delilah’s spells, making the verse sound uncomfortable. When Lady Camille moves her hands apart, a soft blue transparent light appears on the table. She looks down at it lovingly as it seems to solidify into a half a bubble sticking out of the solid wood. “Lady Camille? Can you hear me?” A woman’s high-pitched voice comes through. She sounds unsure of her English. “I'm here, Sister Marguerite. We need your help. Iokaste has prophesied her own death.” Lady Camille says.

Silence hung in the air, taut with unspoken tension. Mira closed her book with purpose, the title concealed under its cloth cover, and rose with a resolve that beckoned Lila to follow. --- Down a narrow hallway lined with secured cabinets, Mira paused before one marked by intricate claw-like grooves. She placed her palms upon it, muttering ancient words that stirred the air with forgotten magic. A click echoed as the cabinet door opened. Inside lay two significant items: - A leather-bound journal cloaked in wolfhide - A small vial of black liquid, its contents almost still

"This tiny butterfly is practicing alone. She's good with arrows and I thought you could practice together." When he looks at the butterfly pinned lady, he saw her eyes widen at him. As he said, he has the habit of helping someone who has good intentions. "Really?" Mizuko beamed at the lady. "I'm Mizuko and I am learning how to shoot properly and summoning magical arrows." "I-I'm Bl-Blue," she stammers. "You look familiar somehow, Blue but nice to meet you," Mizuko took Blue's hand and started shaking it. Just then Miranda introduced herself too. Some questions were asked and Blue answered shyly to them. Well now that these girls are all together, it's time for him to leave.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

I ignored her. "Dra...gon?" I furrowed my eyebrows. "Dragon?" I gasped in realization. Of all the people I know back in the Magical world, Sage is the only one that could control a dragon. He had gone deep into the forbidden black magic to be entrusted with the power to control dragons. I looked up and saw another maid run in. The lady kept looking backwards as she run in. I watched her bump into a couch. "Careful." I half yelled but it was too late. She had fallen down but her fall didn't stop her. She shifted backwards continuously as she stared at the door.

“It’s a lot of animal sacrificing and orgies in blood.” “Oh.” Camille quirked her brows. “Well. . .that’s interesting.” Right when he thought Diana was going to respond, she stared at Camille's shoulder. “Don’t move.” Camille stood still. “Why?” A large, winged insect landed on Camille shoulder. It fluttered lime-green wings and had a furry white body. Diana gazed in amazement. “You truly are blessed by the Goddess.” Maddox studied the small creature. “It’s a Luna Moth. I’ve never seen one before.”

I thought to myself, cringing inwardly. My eyes landed on Mirai, who offered me an encouraging smile. Her straight white hair flowed around her, so long, it draped down past her chair. Her eyes, the same platinum white, were tinged with just a hint of darkness where her irises and pupils should be, giving her an air of mystery. She wore a lavender crystal sphere around her neck that glowed faintly from within. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of power resided inside it. I could always feel the energy radiating from it whenever she was nearby. I gave her a nearly imperceptible nod before looking away.

Candice raised her camera and snapped a photo of the moment. Startled by the noise, Alex turned around, his eyes alert and cautious. Upon recognizing Candice, his expression softened. Candice joined them and asked, "What are you two looking at?" Ellis lifted her head, signaling for silence with a "shh", then pointed at a tiny bug on the lawn, saying, "Broken..." "She's watching the bug sleep," Alex explained softly. "I made sure she didn't touch it." Kids are naturally curious at this age, so Candice nodded in understanding and snapped several more pictures of Ellis.