Umbrella Scene Miraculous Ladybug Novels & Stories

The LED screen shapes a heart, and I watch it break into two on the screen, “Umbra makes the rules, and for this fight… There would be no weapons.” “9 minutes 0 seconds.”

Going through the double doors, the princes of Hell were all gathered in that area, staring out the window. The same giant ladybug was there, glowing like a shooting star. It pulsed, floating still, and then barreling towards the window where everyone was at. "Everybody get down!" Lucifer screamed, and they all dived down to the ground, glass shattering everywhere as the ladybug burst through, scanning around the area. It stopped in front of Loss, a glow surrounding around him. He had never felt this warmth, the way it went all over his skin. When he glanced down, the wound on his chest began to heal, the fresh skin covering the bones of his chest and ribs.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

I felt like she was standing beside me, melting the storm raging inside of me. Fuck. “Remember when I told you the knife wouldn’t work like before?” Umbriel muttered. "That's why you were stabbed three times," The old hag had finished already. I stood, ignoring the sting. “The vessel is nearer than you think,” Umbriel said softly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she wiped her hands with a worn napkin. “I can feel its presence, the silver lightning that shielded you in that moment is slowly disappearing.” Her eyes moved quickly around me with that smile, I frowned and looked but I saw nothing.

She didn’t want him to catch her staring. At the corner of the next street, Andre stopped at a small vendor stand and bought a red umbrella. He opened it with a swift snap, shielding them both beneath it. The umbrella was vivid, almost too bright for the rainy day, but it painted the scene in color. It felt cinematic—like a moment straight from an old movie. They walked in silence for a few more minutes, the rain pattering gently above them. Andre said nothing, but his hand never let go of hers. The streets were alive with soft chatter and the murmur of cars, but beneath the umbrella, it felt like another world.

They hoarded around a wooden stall under the tent that levitated above their heads. SALE! SALE! Trending healer fashion at an affordable price! I read a banner that floated like a snake above our heads. “Watch out for raining snakes!” “Yeah! Watch out for raining snakes! Hahaha!” A group of winged children, their bat-like wings flapping violently, swooped overhead, knocking over a basket on the third floor of a building as they passed. I gasped, freezing where I stood as I saw the snakes falling freely right towards me. Turning on his heels, Ezra pulled me to his other side. With a deft motion of his hand, he grabbed a vintage umbrella that an old lady used as a walking stick and shielded me

Miranda felt the temperature around her rise until her whole body was sweating. So hot, almost unbearable. The woman noticed, apart from the purple glow, a golden yellow light also dominated her, even brighter and almost like the heat of the sun. The glow in Miranda's hands shrunk to the size of a marble, then popped like bubbles. The magician turned with his head up, then was stunned with wide eyes. The perfect circle in the sky was no longer black for some time, but all of its light was only directed at Miranda, it looked like a glowing bridge to heaven.

I spotted a ladybug dancing in its flight and I giggled. A tumblebug came next, heaving sturdily at its ball. It shut its legs against its body as I touched it, and pretended to be dead. I smiled. A catbird, the northern mocker flew and rested on my head, just then, I believed in a fairytale. A twig almost on my reach, a gray squirrel came scurrying along and sat beside me, and butterflies came fluttering upon the scene. I was wondering how Raymond could make this scene happen as I played with the beautiful creatures.

She had barely cleared the length of the trench, one of her legs dangling freely in the water, along with umbrella, only barely hanging on by the loop of string attached to the end of the handle. Water seeped inside the cavernous dip of the umbrella, pooling inside the hole, until Lila tipped the plastic and metal structure onto its side, pourning out all the silt and dirty rainwater, running as far as she could away from the path and into the barn and thickets where she would be able to hide. With the amount of mud and filth on her, she was sure that she held at least some advantage in terms of camoflauge.

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