Miraculous Ladybug Volpina Novels & Stories

Atlantic Volcano sword (two swords appeared and she grabbed them, slashing Maya immediately) WURMPLE/MAYA: You crazy animal. What have you done to me? BLAZIER/ANYA: Getting rid of the bug WURMPLE/MAYA: How dare you call me a bug? You illegitimate dragon BLAZIER: You've outdone yourself this time. Let's call it Anya. BLAZIER/ANYA: Volcanic age (the dimension changed to a very hot location) Good bye, wurmple WURMPLE/MAYA: Poison sting (sent a chain with poisonous tip)

Elara asked, her voice crisp and clear. "She is nothing," Bryson answered instantly, turning his back on Glenda to stand beside his wife. Elara nodded once and took two steps toward Glenda, stopping just out of reach. "You claim to be Luna," Elara said, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "But a Luna has dignity. A Luna has grace. You look like a rabid dog that slipped its leash." "I am the true Luna!" Glenda screeched, lunging forward with her claws extended.

A white pill fell from above, prompting her to part her lips with an expectant look in her eyes. Immediately after, a white pill entered her mouth, melting instantly. Soon, Betty stopped feeling any pain as color returned to her face. She stood up quickly and walked over to the basin, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Right then, a line of words appeared on the mirror in blood-red— “If you obey me, you live. If you don’t, you die.” Very soon, she could hear a masculine voice by her ear. “Xyla Quest. Jeremy Quest.” “None of them can be spared.” “Not a single one.”

I trusted her, and I felt she could help me sort out this mess with my boss. "He said that? That you could get away with a fake marriage if you didn't get a license?" Mary asked as she brushed a strand of her lavender curls away from her face. She sat on one of our mismatched dining chairs, with one foot resting on the seat, sipping tea from a psychedelic coffee mug she had made in seventh grade. "Yes. Then he said how important the company was to him and that he would give me a bonus." I poured the cooked fettuccine into the colander and dumped it back into the pot.

She smiled softly, maintaining eyes contact with me. “I am sorry I lied” the board mumbled words to each other. “I didn’t introduce myself properly”. She took a break. And swiped to the next slide. It was a picture of Mira mixed up with her picture. At this moment, my mind played fast. I never noticed that she shared a slight resemblance with Mira till I saw the picture on the screen. “What if she is Mira?” It flashed through like lightning. “I am Mira Greg. The daughter of the founder, Abj ventures. The wife of Gerald Lead”. She looked at me proudly.

Mira asked "Your stomach, what happened to it?" Lulu asked wondering why Mira's stomach was as flat as that of a model Mira rubbed her stomach and smiled "it's there but you can't see it" Mira chuckled "Hmm, I don't understand. I'm look right at it" lulu said "Caleb helped me do some magic on it, he has a few gifts. So he casted a spell on my body, no one will know I'm pregnant except I tell them" Mira explained

Her eyes held anxiousness, worries, fear, and her expressions let me conclude that she had never something like Miracle. The lady must have been a werewolf or something supernatural for she disappeared in an instant after that unwanted encounter. Unlike Emma's wolf Emmy, Miracle is a brown wolf with a brown, thick, bushy tail, and long ears with light chocolate inner skin. Miracle is a huge wolf. Emma didn’t believe it after she saw Miracle for the first time.

Enzo’s POV Was she about to tell me she was a Volana wolf? No. It wasn’t possible. Volana wolves were said to be the most powerful creatures in the universe. Lila might have been talented, but she certainly wasn’t powerful. But still, the girl was undeniably strange. But what’s most strange is how captivating she is. Lila wiggled uncomfortably in her bed; I found myself wanting to take care of her. I adjusted her blanket to cover her entire body and fixed her pillow.

Taking one from the bottle, she helped the lady swallow it and kept kneeling, supporting the lady as she stabilize her breathing. After like three minutes, the old lady could finally breath normally. She smiled weakly at Mira. " Thank you Young Lady." old Madam Antonio said thanking the gods that her little act wasn't discovered. " It's nothing, let me help you up." Mira replied, returning the lady's smile as she helped the Lady up. Old Madam Antonio was dazed looking at the beautiful Young lady infront of her. She was an exact copy of her daughter Clara. She didn't Know when her tears escaped

“She’s a tricky one, and far too smart.” “She gets that from her mother,” I laugh, still in awe as my hands hover above Miracle’s shell, afraid that if I touch it, it might shatter or disappear. It’s grown so much larger. It was once about the size of my two fists together. Now, it’s almost as large as a ripe melon, ready to burst. The shell has matured, taking on texture, ridged like the face of a mountain, shaped almost like scales. The surface has a dark luminescence that changes colors depending on the angle it is perceived–Sometimes blue, sometimes green, other times white or black, edged with a deep crimson red that holds it together like a net.