Reflekta Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

The last one… was Elara. Mira stepped forward, and the reflection moved with her. “You’re not me,” she said. The Elara-mirror smirked. “No. I’m what’s left of who you tried to bury.” Mira clenched her fists. “I buried her for a reason.” “She’s not gone,” the reflection said. “You absorbed her. You wear her bones.” Suddenly, the mirror cracked—from the inside. Black static spilled out. And Mira woke up screaming. Carl was at her side in seconds. “What is it?”

There was something maternal about the way she interacted with Elara, a gentle presence that had become a source of comfort over the years. As they walked through the gallery, Miriam’s attention was drawn to a small painting tucked away in a corner—a piece Elara had painted herself. It was abstract, filled with sweeping strokes of deep blues and vibrant oranges, representing the emotional turmoil Elara had experienced during her battle with Cassia and her journey toward healing. Miriam paused in front of the painting, her gaze thoughtful. “This piece,” she said softly, “it feels so personal. Like a reflection of everything you’ve been through.”

The door opened and revealed a big circular area with a mirror as its floor. A large crystal was at the center of the room, it was transparent but it refracted the light that passed through it. "The formation will scan your sea of consciousness, don't oppose it or the test won't be accurate. Now sit and stare at your reflections on the floor, I will activate the inscriptions." Megan moved toward the crystal and took out a shining gem. 'That should be worth one hundred Credits.' Lucinda judged before she sat and stared at her reflection. Her skin was smooth and slightly pale, her eyebrows were thin and her eyes were bright.

Marcus watched from the yard’s edge while Morgana and I worked through what she called active reflection — not just refusing a curse at the immunity level but taking the structure of it, finding its architecture, and returning it along its own path. “The immunity is passive,” Morgana explained. “It encounters dark magic and dissolves it. Reflection is active — you have to engage with the curse’s construction while it’s hitting you, understand it fast enough to redirect it.” She looked at me. “It’s harder. It’s also significantly more useful against a coordinated attack.” “Because reflected curses—” “Hit the caster,” she said. “Yes.” The practice targets were stone columns Marcus had arranged

“How about you get into your pajamas, and we’ll get you some milk and cookies? We can watch Miraculous Ladybug—the new episode came on tonight.” Malaya’s eyes lit up instantly, excitement chasing away the lingering cold. “Yes!” she squealed, already halfway to the stairs. She stopped suddenly, one hand gripping the railing, then spun around like she’d forgotten something important. Her energy softened, replaced with a quiet hesitation as she walked back toward Jordan. “Thanks for a great day,” she said quietly, her voice smaller now, shy in a way that made Laila’s chest ache.

No red eyes. Just silence. And in front of her A mirror. She stepped closer. Her reflection blinked independently. And smiled. Not kindly. “Integration is complete.” Ariella’s heart slammed. “You’re not me.” The reflection tilted its head. “I am the version that does not hesitate.” Behind the reflection, billions of stars ignited at once. “You can save them,” it whispered. “All of them.” Her breath trembled. “How?” The reflection’s smile widened. “By ending them.” Ariella gasped

"Elena needs her mother. I am exactly where I need to be." The place kept changing. One moment we were walking through what looked like a forest and the next we were in a corridor made of mirrors. The reflections showed versions of ourselves that were slightly off. Wrong. In one mirror I saw myself without the pregnancy. In another, Dylan's eyes were black instead of their normal color. "Do not look at the reflections," Seraphine warned from behind us. "They will try to trap your mind. Focus only on what is directly in front of you."

“What is it?” I stepped forward, hesitant but determined. “I know it might sound ridiculous, but… I saw someone. A man. In my mirror this morning. Grey hair, stormy eyes, but not old. He wasn’t just a reflection either—he was there. Staring at me. And then he just disappeared.” Aurora’s expression didn’t change much, but I saw it—just a flicker, a shift in her eyes. She wasn’t surprised. “Mirrors,” she said slowly, “aren’t always what they seem. Especially not to someone… awakening.”

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

Matilda was on the floor with her hand still on her chest, she looked at the door and then back at files. Her body began to tremble as she wept, she knelt down and was gathering the papers together. The tears made her vision blurry. She fell back to the floor and held her face in her hands, the tears were coming out uncontrollably. ******************* Tiana winced as she moved, her body was sore and her limbs were heavy. She placed her hands on her face, as the light from the window fell on her face. She winced as she tried to move again, her hands hit the edge of the bed and her senses came back at once. She knew she was not in her bed.