Reflekta Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

[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.”

"You are the Miracle Doctor. You are Lyra St. James. You are Thalassa Miravel. You are all of them and you are about to change everything." The reflection did not answer, but the eyes behind the mask looked a little less sad than they had this morning. That was something…right?

Silver light wrapped around golden flame, forming something new. When she opened her eyes, her magic had changed. The reflection smiled. “Now finish it.” Elara stepped forward, raising her hand. Instead of striking, she placed her palm against the reflection’s chest. “I don’t need to defeat you,” she said softly. “You are part of me.” The reflection froze. Light surged between them. The two forms merged, power rushing into Elara’s body. She cried out as heat and light intertwined, burning but not harming. The chamber dissolved.

"This is a heavy toxin. If he wasn't an Alpha, he’d be dead already." Ricardo turned to me. His eyes were no longer full of love. They were full of a terrifying, cold suspicion. The "Mirror of Malice" was back, and this time, the reflection was deadly. The doctor looked at the group, his eyes landing on me as the one who had served the plates. "Who prepared the food?"

A mouth that hadn’t forgotten how to be silent. “You came back,” the reflection said, her voice like silk pulled taut over something sharp. Seraphina stepped closer. “What are you?” “I’m you,” the reflection said. “The first you. The last you. The only one who remembers everything.” “You were the one who said ‘Soon.’” “And now it is.” Seraphina clenched her hands. “I need to know how to stop the curse. How to break it completely. Lucan is—” Her voice broke. “He’s slipping.”

The light pulsed in little golden sparks, creating a dreamlike scene in the living room. When Mrs. Young walked in with Mia, Mia froze in place and gasped, pressing both hands over her mouth. “Mommy, those are fireflies. Are they for me?” Miranda nodded. “Yes. They are a gift from Uncle Mike.” Mia pressed her face close to the glass, eyes sparkling. “Wow. They’re so beautiful.” As dusk fell and the living room lights stayed off, the tiny glowing bodies shimmered in the dark like suspended stars. Miranda went upstairs for a shower. When she came back down, she found Mia holding Mrs. Young’s phone, video-calling Felix.

The mirrors were whispering truths no one should know. Lila and Cade walked through the courtyard, stepping over broken glass glittering in the morning sun. A girl sat in the grass, rocking back and forth, muttering to herself. Cade slowed down. “She’s from the art wing.” Lila approached gently. “Hey, are you okay?” The girl looked up—and Lila recoiled. Her eyes were mirrors. Perfectly smooth silver, reflecting Lila’s face back at her. “They said the reflection is the truth,” the girl whispered. “So why won’t it stop smiling?”