Miraculous Ladybug Mylene Novels & Stories

From there we all got up and left the dining hall. We stood outside with our back turn giving Mileena privacy, I still can’t believe they're a white Lycan. The Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways, she must have a plan when she did this. “Ok you all can turn around now” Sapphire said. As soon as we all turn around, I could not believe my eyes. Here stood a pure White Lycan who looked about seven feet tall, everything on her was white from her head to her paws except for her blue eyes. I turn to look at all the other Elders and they had the same look as me. It’s an honor to witness a most magnificent creature created by the Moon goddess herself. We must investigate why she was created. In my

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.

She's sporting smoky makeup giving her an intense look, one that turns heads her way. She's a complete contrast to average weighted Mika with her waist long blonde hair and sequined pale blue gown. Black against white, quite the contrast. Miranda looks down condescendingly at Mika and smiles. "Nice to meet you Mikayla, I'm Miss Madeline." "Nice to meet you too Madeline." She must've been kidding herself if she thought Mika was going to call her Miss Madeline. Luc holds back a laugh. "How can I help you Madeline?"

However, the girl's efforts were in vain because the song was still heard. "The monster in front of you right now is Siren, Milady." Leon sneaked into Felen's mind. Slightly distracting the girl's hearing so as not to be too fixated on the Siren's song, which is famous for being immersive and dangerous to humans. ‘Siren?’

She hated teleportation, it always left her with a sour taste in her mouth and she will be lucky if she doesn’t puke. Giselle held her head as a wave of nausea hit her. “I hate it when you teleport me; next time I am walking,” she wheezed. “I found your son Giselle,” Mirunalini rolled her eyes leading her to a cauldron which had dark streams swirling around it. Giselle gasped when she saw Lucian in his beast form, “He is huge... Even bigger than his father,” she whispered. “That he is,” Mirunalini agreed. “See this,” she said, and they watched as the beast ran through the forest. He broke into a clearing and there sat a beautiful girl with big brown eyes and brown hair.

That’s what frustrates Crystal the most. The petite woman smiled. “Hi, I’m Lylia, Lylia Evergreen. This is Mylene Haravina. We saw what you did today and the past few days and I swear, it was awesome!” she spoke, the woman’s sudden squealing caused Crystal to tense, being caught off guard. What did she just say? Awesome? “Wait… what?” Crystal uttered out, simply confused by the woman’s sudden praising.

Melanie said arrogantly while pulling her sleeves, “Who do you think you are to deserve a compliment from Mr. Moreau? You’re just a kindergartener compared to him. All you have are dumb little tricks, so stop embarrassing yourself. “Lily, you must think you are invincible after joining Rebirth. Rebirth is not La Beauté! Besides, why would La Beauté even cover for you? Take a look at yourself and know where you stand. You have to stop your unrealistic daydreams!” Jenny, standing on the sidelines, could no longer stand it. She stood between Lily and Melanie with a grim expression, saying, "No matter where Lily stands, she always relies on herself, unlike some people who dared to steal from som

he screamed, hoping the others would hear him. "Stop shouting," sighed Millificent, the team's witch who spelled quite a bit of their equipment. "Just think as you normally would. The earwigs will pick up your mindspeech. Trust the magic." Liam turned his head the other way, and the older woman who had been talking to him like he was an infant giggled and matched his head movements. Sorry, he sent. I keep forgetting. We still need the girl, though. What if Julian was wrong?

A candle was lit and a gorgeous lady in her middle age appeared in a white cloudy dress, her allure was far from any other lady, Myra had ever seen, "Are you the moon goddess?" she asked hesitatingly, ha... ha... ha... that woman laughed out loudly, jerking the little girl with fear. That was terrifying. Myra's heart was whacking out as that lady came closer to her, "Do I look like a goddess to you? that's funny, I am more like a witch," she grunted, Myra was glaring at her surprisingly, twinkling her beautiful blue eyes. "Those eyes of yours, I love them," added that lady, and strolled near Myra again,

For the first time in a long time, Mira felt intrigued. Mirabel Erickson, an 18-year-old 300-level mechanical engineering student, was strikingly beautiful. Her smooth brown skin, which she fondly referred to as her "chocolate color," only added to her confident charm. Born and raised in Lagos but of Edo heritage, Mirabel carried herself with a natural grace that often turned heads.