Reflekta Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

She squeezed her eyes shut, giving a final command before it lunged, piercing her chest with a sharp, searing thrust. Miracle gripped her fists, holding onto her fading consciousness as the sword coursed through her body. The bug fed on her energy, its tail thrashing violently, tearing through her blood vessels and draining her strength without mercy. Everything within was a mess. A spurt of red oozed out from her mouth. She needed to get the parasite out of her as soon as possible, or it would consume her completely. Scowling, Miracle poured every last ounce of power into the sword's surge, her voice a harsh whisper. "Now!" She sprang her arms apart.

He collided with the wall then fell on the ground with a loud thud. Using a spell, Marsha tied Mira with the ropes of her power. Mira tried to move but instead, she fell on the ground. "Your child is mine. I will take it's soul to my masters. They will reward me with amazing power." Marsha roared at Mira and tried to stab Mira with the sword Lucifer had sent for Mira. Sierra threw the ninja blades on Marsha and one of the blades went through Marsha's belly. She spat blood as she fell on the ground, clutching her stomach. Mira's eyes glowed and she broke free from the spell ropes.

It turned out that one of them was named Alex. Magdalena kept wondering whether it was simply a coincidence or revenge from Doctor Alex's soul. She could face anything in this world, but not the thought of the supernatural world. Still, she could not stop cursing Doctor Alex's soul. She had grown up believing in superstitions, and even after twenty years of living in Europe, she still believed in supernatural forces and spirits. Because of not eating, not sleeping, and constantly blaming herself, Magdalena began having hallucinations. One night, she thought she heard Sara calling her.

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.

As she turned the sink’s faucet on, stuck her hands under the water (dammit if he couldn’t hear the water trickling over her hands, against the porcelain), she froze, gazing into the mirror over the sink, entranced by something only she could see. The voices in Andrew’s head kept screaming and the water from the faucet kept trickling into the sink, though the video feed made no sound . . . *** For a moment Deyquan forgot they were watching recorded footage, tempted to yell at Lizzy Tillman: Get the fuck out! Run! Freaky-ass kid’s getting closer! Get your ass out of there, now..! The video flickered. Rippling with static. The mirror’s glass melted and formed liquid hands—the best Deyquan coul

he threatened to hit me. “Please’ I begged for my life. “I am not playing any games and I didn’t cheat on you. Please” I sobbed out my eyes. His mistress laughed, “cheat? Do you even think any man would find you attractive enough to lie with you? Even the bumps wouldn’t. Sugar, I don’t know why you still fuck her, I am here for you” she held her breasts seductively. Gerald ignored her and fixed all his attention to me. “Mira, you are dumb. Too dumb for somebody with a degree. Why the hell should I believe this thing in you is mine? The pills Mira! They are for what?” he yelled.

“Never mind. The bigger question is—why do you look like me, and why are you talking like you’re auditioning for a ghost movie?” “I am not a ghost,” the reflection said, voice soft but dangerous. “I am the true Lady Seraphina. You are the intruder in my body.” “Okay,” Mira said slowly, raising her hands, “in my defense, this wasn’t voluntary possession. I didn’t sign any magical Airbnb agreement.” --- The reflection’s face softened, but her tone stayed distant. “I don’t sense malice in you. But your presence has disturbed something… ancient. Something connected to him.”

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

But, on the other hand, he could also feel that those new mirror images had the same strength as the other ones and not any weaker. According to this logic, wasn’t this woman an army by herself? This was just… entirely outrageous! “I definitely have not made a mistake!” All the Hermiones surrounded Alex and said at the same time, and their voice sounded like an echo in a movie theater. “Do you know who my master is? She’s basically the Goddess of Time, a real goddess. This is a prehistoric divine artifact given to me by her, the Reflective Eye. It can determine whether a person has the Ten-Point Forbidden Spell. As long as you’re willing to let me have a share of it…”

I said, my voice low as if speaking too loudly might disturb the forest itself. Evelina glanced at me, her beautiful brown eyes reflecting the faint light of the moon. “It’s called the Forest of Reflection for a reason,” she replied. “It’s said to show people their truths, whether they want to see them or not.” Evelina looked around curiously. “I wonder how that’s going to happen though. Is it another riddle we have to solve or maybe something we see in the reflection of the lake?” She shrugged. “I just hope we’re able to face our demons and move past here. Everyone is counting on us to come back with the Sacred Flame.”