Miraculous Ladybug The Gamer Novels & Stories

Then off we went to the Typhoon Gaming Company. As we entered the building, we saw some of the recruits waiting for their respective mentors to arrive. We stood there and waited for some time. Soon some people in office attires came to the room. They introduced themselves to their respective teams as their mentors. Surprisingly our mentor was Mrs Laura Smith. What? William's mom, the God's wife , that is, the goddess of gaming is our mentor? Am I dreaming? "Hello, I'm Laura Smith. I'm your mentor from now on," she introduced herself, "By the way, you may also know me as William's mom."

The room rustled with bugs as a result. “Hmm,” Meguitte carefully picked her way across the room, avoiding the trap which was as freshly marked as the day Leighton had made it, and selected a jar that already seethed with bug life. She set it near the door and reached out with her power. “Inlerum caprae.” Within moments, the bugs began making trails towards the jar, the flies plunging into the sticky mess, and the insects crawling up the glass. “Nice,” Connery approved from behind the mask. “Can you do anything about the smell?”

The bartender comes with my drink and a glass of water and he places it in front of us. “Here you go, sir.” He says and I don’t respond. Robyn turns to the bartender and says. “Thank you.” The bartender nods and leaves. “You know, Mr. Gray…” she smirks, leaning forward as she whispers into my ear, “You’re in luck. I like to play games too and I like them dirty, rough, and… hard,” she purrs, her hot breath tickling the side of my neck as she bites my earlobe.

She peers at my tiara. "I am. I'm Princess Storm from the Werewolves," my words have her smiling. She introduces me to her grandmother. Standing, I smile and say hello. Her smile widens when she sees me. "I'm Mirella, and I must say, Storm, you look so much like your grandmother," her words have me standing still in shock. I feel Orion tense next to me. My head shakes at him. "Thank you, Mirella," I smile at her.

I ask, leaning in and inspecting it closer. “Just wipe it off, will you?” he sighs heavily and I comply. “I’m sure Anna will tell you all about it.” We hit the area where I crawled off my mom only ten minutes ago and my jaw drops. There are dead rogues and lots of warriors cleaning up the mess by collecting and burning bodies. “What the hell happened?” “Our Luna disappeared and stopped responding to our gamma,” he says, his jaw clenching and body tense. I clearly didn’t notice his reserved anger when he found me, but looking at him now, I realize he is angry.

I was putting on my last shoe when I suddenly receive a mindlink it was Cordell. “ Mileena baby, where are you?” “ I’m still at home getting ready, I will be there at the training grounds in a few” “ Ok Baby, see you soon love you” “ Love you too” I close the link and heading downstairs and out of the house. I made it to the training grounds in minutes, I see all the warriors gather around. I begin to smile it’s the first day Cordell and I will lead the training as Gammas I’m so excited about it that I feel butterflies in my stomach. It had been months since I felt happiness, I’m taking it one day at a time.

Her eyes were wide, hair a mess, one hand pressed to her chest while the other pointed stiffly toward the opposite side of the room. “There!” she cried, her voice breaking on the word. “It’s right there!” Montez followed the line of her shaking finger. A cockroach crawled lazily up the peeling wallpaper. He stared, blinked once before letting out a slow exhale. “You’re joking.” Amira whirled on him, horror etched across her face. “Do I look like I’m joking? That thing is huge. It came straight at me! It could…it could fly!!!!”

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

And there it was. The slap. The spit in my face. She was taunting me. Mocking me with her new ring, that stupid dress, that smug little smirk like I hadn’t touched every inch of her less than twenty hours ago. She wanted a game? Fine. We’d play. But she forgot one thing, I never lose. Ever. We stared at each other in silence. Not like strangers. Rather like ex-lovers at war. I tried to keep my breathing steady. To remember who she was now. My father’s wife. That should have been enough to make me walk away.

But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward. My butterflies followed. Hundreds of them—black as death, with glowing red patterns pulsing from their wings. Each one formed from droplets of my blood, shaped with magic, razor-sharp and deadly. They swarmed, obeying my mind, flying into the faces of our enemies, their wings tearing through robes and flesh with merciless elegance. One wizard tried to trap me in a mirror of fire—but I spun, sent a wave of butterflies crashing into the mirror, and followed it up with a slash of my sword. The fire cracked, shattered, and he was gone—his scream swallowed by the night.