Miraculous Ladybug Stormy Weather Novels & Stories

I said, and Myriad walked in. I looked at Storm, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. "You look so sexy fighting in that robe, with your ass in the air..." she said, wrapping her hand around the robe and squeezing my ass. "Really?" I lifted my eyebrows. "You were fully mooning the entire dark cave, Little Flower..." She said and I laughed. They were fighting for fucks sake, and she focused on my ass. "Let me change..." I said, and she nodded. "Please..." she sighed.

Then it was followed by lightning and thunder. The lightning struck the trees, and the roar of the sky increased, itching Alma’s ears. Lillian slowly took off into the sky. The sky was rumbling, and suddenly there was a storm. A big storm that was not only shaking the breeze, but shaking everything. The breeze broke the branches of the tree, shaking the statues, but with how bad the weather was, it didn’t affect the people inside Octavia Globe.

Milly asked and stormie's eyes widen. TBC

Henna will be mad if she has to buy me new books already. This stupid shade over my head is doing less to nothing to protect me from the rain. It's started to get really cold now. The wind is blowing ghastly almost, it seems like it must be storming in some places. Glad it's not happening here. I wouldn't like the idea of getting washed away from the earth with the harsh wind as much as Gabriel would like that. I have to admit though, I really like storms, I don't know why but It gives me inner peace, makes me all giddy for some unknown reason.

Mira said, joking with Mage. Nevertheless, Mira was cramping on the shoulder, it was really painful. However, suddenly the atmosphere around them shifted, little darkness surrounding them. Mira looked up at the sky to see there were dark cloud just resting. "What's happening?" Mira asked, lacing concern in her voice. "A storm is coming.." Mage whispered. "You should rest back in the castle. And the training for tomorrow will move to another day." Mage said, and Mira was so happy with that statement, nodding and they moved to different direction.

The stakes are too high, and I refuse to bow to ignorance. The damp air hangs heavy around me as I navigate the labyrinth of streets. The perpetual twilight casts a sombre shadow over the city, its melancholic hue taints every surface with an eerie darkness. My footsteps echo against the cobblestones, creating a haunting melody that accompanies me on my mission. A sudden gust of wind carries the scent of fear, the charged atmosphere crackles with electricity. As I round a corner, I’m met with the sight of black clouds rolling in overhead, casting an even deeper gloom across the skyline. The storm’s arrival is unnaturally swift, a harbinger of the unnatural forces at play. “Strange weather we

Dark clouds gathered ominously overhead as Polaris hurried along the sidewalk, her steps quickening with each distant rumble of thunder. She cursed under her breath, realizing she had left her umbrella at work. The first fat raindrops began to splatter against the pavement, and Polaris quickened her pace, seeking shelter from the impending storm.

Stormlight Thunder rolled over Garden Metro, low and restless, shaking the windows of the Marino estate. Rain drummed against the glass in relentless rhythm, washing the city’s haze into streaks of silver. Elara stood by the window, her reflection blurred by the storm. She had not slept — couldn’t, not with the inquiry looming and the city’s whispers growing sharper by the day. Yet tonight, something felt … different. The air itself hummed with a strange energy, like the city was holding its breath.

The first storm of the season arrived in late November, three weeks after Anna's unexpected visit. Leo stood at the studio window, watching the wind bend the trees nearly horizontal and listening to the rain hammer against the glass like bullets. The weather matched his internal state perfectly—turbulent, unpredictable, charged with an energy that felt both destructive and cleansing.

Autumn got out of bed feeling restless once again and looked out the window from the second floor of her bedroom. She hadn’t felt at ease since that wild storm swept through Madhfel. What terrified her most was how the disastrous storm struck without warning—no alerts, no urgent messages from the meteorologists, nothing to prepare the town for what was coming. It was as if the storm had simply fallen out of the sky, unpredictable and merciless. This sense of sudden vulnerability gnawed at her, making the world feel more dangerous than ever.