Reflekta Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

It was annoying, and at the same time extremely captivating. "I don't belong to you! I'm not something you mark." I replied with indignation. He still didn't open his eyes. "Michelle or Sara, Lyla? I won't ask again."

“Yes, Mother Witch.” “And don’t mess this up,” Malindra adds just before the mirror stills, the last ripple fading as their faces dissolve back into glass. Irena exhales through her nose, trying to keep her frustration in check. They always want more. Always pushing. She turns away from the mirror, the dim room settling back into silence. At the end table beside the bed sits a small glass container. Inside, a single blister beetle crawls along the smooth surface, its metallic body catching the faint light.

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

She inhaled slowly and continued, her tone stronger now, almost commanding. “Per ignem lucernae… Per umbram cordis… Revela quod latet in mente.” The candle flame suddenly stretched taller. My wolf growled. Miranda’s fingers twitched slightly as if she had touched something unexpected. Then she whispered the last part, slower… more careful. “Non fracta… sed ligata… Non perdita… sed custodita…” Miranda’s eyes snapped open. Her fingers were still touching Aria when she suddenly pulled back slightly, like she had brushed against something that didn’t belong there.

Alice mumbled, nails tingling, shoving the note away. Mira’s eyes softened, but her voice was coaxing. “You’re spiraling, Alice. The gym will be loud, lights flashing, music pumping. It’ll drown out the chaos.” Her hand brushed Alice’s desk, leaving another folded note. “Read this later. It’s why you need to be there.” The note read: The rally’s your safe place. Stay with me. But the crescent moon symbol matched the first note, and Alice’s scar pulsed, her senses catching fur and blood beneath Mira’s scent. Mira wasn’t just a friend—she was a hybrid, a cult creation, steering Alice to the rally for Samuel’s plan.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

he spat and made his way towards the exit door "I will be glad to watch you waste your time trying to "I said smiling and he pause and took one past glance at me before bolting out . " Camilla come out I know you are here "I said . a ladybug flew out from nowhere and landed on the table in front of me .the bug transformed into her and I sigh glaring at her "sorry "she mumbled with hear bent as she stared her at fingers .she always does that when she nervous or scared " what have I told you about intruding once privacy"I said

I hung up. I rested my chin over my knuckles, casually staring at the nothingness in front of me as if it was a very normal thing to do. It's impossible for me to acquire that virus. There's no way I'm going to interact with anyone, especially now that there's a very reasonable excuse not to. Suddenly, a black and purple blur crossed my vision. I whipped my head to the side, following its trajectory. It was a butterfly.

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.”

The reflection lunged forward. Logan reacted fast, summoning a protective spell with a flick of his wrist. A shimmering barrier appeared between them and the creature, causing it to hiss in frustration. “Anna, what the hell is that?” Ryan demanded. Anna’s heart pounded. “It’s me,” she whispered. “But not me.” The reflection smirked. Then, with a chilling laugh, it vanished back into the mirror—leaving behind only a single word scratched into the glass. Midnight.