Amok Miraculous Novels & Stories

The doctor said with a confused and surprised expression on his face. What is he talking about? "That is why I said she's an angel in a human form", Mr Sebastian's son said with a lopsided smile as he freed my mouth and stepped away from me. "This is truly a miracle, I've never seen or heard of it before". The echoing voice of the doctor reached my ears once more, but it seemed to resonate from a faraway place, barely audible and hazy. As his words reached me, my sight instantaneously became fuzzy, blurring my surroundings, and my knees gave way under the weight of weakness. The darkness started creeping in rapidly, engulfing the remaining traces of light, and all I could fixate on were his

After that, Amelia came into the lounge, looked at the man lying on the bed, and said to the others, "You guys go out first, no one is allowed to disturb." Amelia took off the uncle's jacket, then stuck silver needles into the right acupuncture points one by one. When there was only one needle left, Amelia wiped the sweat from her forehead. Doing the miracle doctor's eighteen needles used up a lot of energy, and the last needle was pretty risky. If the uncle's body couldn't handle it, he might die. So after hesitating for a moment, Amelia slowly went for the last spot. She knew the uncle's personality—he was born patriotic and would never work for others. Even if it meant dying, he wouldn't

“DON’T MAKE A DEAL FOR ME! RUN!” I turned in time to see Amaya,with the last vestiges of her power, pull one arm free from the black smoke curl around her. Deftly, she leveraged Remy’s hand in one swift motion so that the blade swiped across her own throat. Amaya fell to the ground, red spurting from her own mouth as she drowned in her own blood. .

It felt like everything began playing in slow motion as Isabella let out a deafening scream, his brother Patrick was about to burn to death just like his mother in a few seconds. The fire kept coming closer to Patrick with each second that passed by and all of a sudden a bright light that was blinding took over the room. Isabella swore she saw a man stand between Amayah and the fire that was about to reach his brother and put it out without lifting a finger. “Are those wings”. Patrick gasped at the beautiful sight he just beheld… Amayah was equally surprised as well, the wings were whiter than snow, almost as if he was an angel. The man wrapped the wings around Amayah and they both varnished

“I know what you're thinking. But it won’t happen again.” I didn’t answer. Mikah’s voice cut in from the other side. “He’s right.” I looked at him, surprised by the softness in his tone. “No one will get hurt,” he said, “if they’re not around you. Your friend got caught in the path of your awakening. That surge wasn’t meant to touch her. It was raw, uncontrolled energy. But now, it’s different.” I swallowed hard. “So… what does that mean? I have to lock her up just so I can train without accidentally frying her brain again?”

Her men tensed as the seconds ticked. Boom. The gate blew inward, smoke and sparks dancing. Amara was the first to step through. “Move!” she barked, leading them in. Valerio’s men inside reeled from the sudden breach. Amara lifted the rifle slung across her shoulder, firing with precision. The recoil shook her arms, but she relished it—the raw power, the finality of each bullet. A man dropped at her feet, blood spraying the concrete.

Amelia's POV My hand was still bleeding when they brought in the next injured warrior. "Please," the man whispered, his face twisted in pain. A deep gash ran across his shoulder. "Please help me." I didn't hesitate. Dr. Merrick held out another vial, and I let more blood drip into it. My palm throbbed, but I pushed the feeling away. The moment my blood touched his wound, the same miracle happened. The torn skin pulled together, color returning to his face. He gasped, staring at his healed shoulder in disbelief.

One month later, a friend walked in holding a newspaper and read the headline aloud. "Former business magnate Amelia Morgan died yesterday at noon." He paused with a complicated expression. "She poured gasoline over herself in the city square and set herself on fire as an act of atonement." After a moment, he continued. "When the police arrived, they discovered that before she died, she had severed the tendons in both her arms and both her legs. "Using her own blood, she covered the square with the words: 'Damien, I'm sorry.'" I turned off the computer screen in front of me.

"The vehicle carrying the evidence caught fire." "It rolled through the barrier..." "...and into the river." Everyone sat in stunned silence. "The evidence was lost?" Samuel nodded. "Most of it." "And The Architect?" Amara asked. Samuel looked directly at her. "I thought he died." Silence. "I saw his car explode." "I saw it fall." "I searched for days afterward." "There was no body." Damian folded his arms. "So he survived." Samuel nodded. "And he believed I left him there." Amara frowned.

Their child, sibling, warrior — gone without warning. A sharp cry tears through the walls — Sarah crumpled, voice breaking. Amon grips them both, his arms locked around Sarah and the child, tears streaming. David touches Ayana’s fingers, pleading under his breath, refusing to let go. Down on the floor, Mama Grace presses her palms together, words spilling out like water. Miriam sits still, face wet, clutching Amara close as the little girl blinks at shadows moving too fast.