Miraculous Ladynoir Novels & Stories

Liora demanded, her voice quivering. The figure's lips curled into a sinister smirk. "You may call me Nocturna. And dear guardians, you're too late." She held up an obsidian mirror, its surface rippling like liquid, revealing distorted visions of Meranthia's landscapes being engulfed in darkness and chaos.

Myrna said softly. “See? Have you heard how greedy your father is?” Nero asked that question, making the three of them even more annoyed. Tim, which was watching what was happening inside Glyn, panicked when he realized that Mira already drained three man’s blood out of their body to perform the ritual. If he remembered clearly what Myrna said before, then it won't be long before Mira can break the spell. "Alpha..." He approached Declan who was still standing straight and motionless under the tree while carrying Lilly.

“You either learn from it, or you let it drown you. So maybe just… try not being a dickhead again.” I barked a short laugh. “Is that your great wisdom for tonight?” “Take it or leave it.” A flash of light pulsed at the edge of the corridor—soft, sudden, and unmistakably magical. The Northern Lights. Lira turned her face toward the glow. The light caught the golden undertones in her caramel skin, painting her in starlight and shadows. She looked like a warrior born from the dusk. Her grip on my hand tightened slightly. “Let’s go.”

"I'm sorry. But please believe Jordan." Lyn nudged Miracle, the earlier suspicion clicking into place. This was the evils' plan—luring mortals out at night to be hunted. A dark shadow passed over Miracle's face, and the air in the room turned heavy at once. Her eyes flared with vivid streaks of blue and red, their colors swirling like a stormy twilight sky. Faint white scales began to form on her skin, and her lower body trembled as if struggling against an invisible force—dangerously close to revealing an otherworldly form that lay just beneath the surface.

Kaden's Point Of View My amber orbs gleamed a dangerous shade of red, my vision glowed red as well. I made full use of my Lycan side, plucking out the heads of Ymir's beastly army and witches that attacked. My sharp elongated nails dripped with their disgusting thick crimson blood. Ymir was using dark necromancy magic to bring these things to life. She was toying with us, trying to disgruntle us. She was buying herself time, I had to find her and put an end to all these madness.

“I was but it’s not what you thought. Knox kidnapped me. Kidnapped our family. He said he would kill them if I didn’t help his Pack.” “So what, you couldn’t use your magic to fight him?” Rosalie sneers. “It doesn’t work like that.” Lira said hanging her head. “I’m sorry, Rosalie. I tried. I did everything I could.” “Except warn Aeron and Cain.” Rosalie replies. “I could’ve killed your pups. I could have told Knox right from the start, but I didn’t.” Rosalie grabs her stomach as if protecting them from a silent threat. “That doesn’t justify it. Besides he tried to murder them anyway.”

“Their left flank is folding! Push them… now!” Lysa lifted her head slowly, eyes narrowing as she watched Adien weave through the fight, hands already glowing, attention fully on tearing Korran’s defenses apart. “Too clever for your own good,” she murmured. She didn’t run to Korran, instead, she raised her hands. “Mirrorveil,” she whispered. The air in front of Adien shimmered… and suddenly, Korran was standing again. Whole and unhurt. Adien froze. “That’s not…”

Before she could speak, he vanished leaving behind a new sigil: a spiral of frost and flame, entwined. Back at camp, Mira knelt in her tent, unwrapping a sealed scroll bearing the same icy sigil. Inside: a single message. “Undermine her. We will rise when the fire falls.” She smiled coldly. The next day, Lyra collapsed without warning. One moment she was reviewing troop positions with Rowan. The next, a scream tore from her throat as her body arched, lifted into the air by an uncontrollable surge of power. Flames burst from her skin, hotter, wilder, spreading in all directions.

He laughed when he said this as he stopped right in front of me. Seconds latterly I heard a loud bang next to me and I turned to see the baby on the left wing bang his fist on the sword counter next to me and also the bone on the right did the same thing, but rather of using his fist he used a essence visage. " This is just to drown out the sounds of your riots." I gripped my jaw as the banging continued next to me while I watched Marco lift the blade up. " It's show time." Moana's POV

I see him crouch low, body coiled, muscles waiting and ready to strike at the first sign of hostility. Then I see him. A boy. Probably a couple years younger than Casimir and I. But he was no ordinary boy...he was a Lycan. He's muddy and bleeding, his clothes torn, and his hair hanging in wet clumps around his face. He raises his hands, a broken gesture of surrender as Casimir looms over him with a glare. "Casimir," I pant, catching to them, "wait." The Lycan chokes out a few words, raspy and desperate. "Please. Not here...to hurt...Need...help."