Amok Miraculous Novels & Stories

she replied to everyone while cheerfully waving her hands and looking around. “Woah! What is this?” she asked a seller as she picked up a weird looking item from his table. The seller wasted no time as this is an actual potential buyer: “Good day, Young Lady! Four months ago, I traded with a group of merchants who called themselves Miracle. They said this could make fire and even showed me how, but it never worked for me. It should suit a curious girl such as yourself, young lady!” Aryan inhaled deeply and saved the lectures for later. He dismounted from his horse and went towards Amaryah.

It suddenly felt very real, people I'd know my entire life, watched my die and then throw me in the dirt. "Looks like we'll need to work on your trust issues. I'm not going to try and rape you." He stated, suddenly vanish from the room only to return seconds later, with a terrified woman in his arms. How did he do that? Instantly disappear and then reappear. Seeing the questions swimming in my eyes he answered. "I'll teach you but first," Twisting the woman in his arms so I could look at her. May Brownwood, this was the woman who found me with Michael. Who screamed her head off telling everyone who would listen that I'd killed him in cold blood. Shocked flooded her eyes when she saw me, and

Everyone… except me. I had fought beside Xander through countless battles. I understood the profound loss of his wolf, the slow erosion of his purpose. So, the moment I heard whispers of Moonlight Water appearing in the Blood Mist Forest, a forbidden territory rife with danger, I didn’t hesitate. I ventured in alone. The Blood Mist Forest was a haven for the worst of our kind—rogue wolves exiled for unspeakable crimes. Survival there demanded relentless combat. And I did fight. For three relentless months, I battled day and night, without respite. I bled, broke bones, and faced death more times than I could count. But in the end, I emerged victorious, clutching the Moonlight Water in my hand

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

her memory flashed in front of my eyes “Yes.. that bitch.. she shot you.. but Durga maa saved you…” Mike replied, hearing which I only gave him my confused expression “That day bullet pierced your chest by damaging a scratch on right side valve of your heart.... because of which you was barely breathing , yo.. you had lost tremendous amount of blood from bullet woun…however you know eri…. Luckily two police car, three fire fighter van and two ambulance came there while you was lying on ground… covered in your own pool of blood, they were called by Aslam for fire that was raised in ‘Pratab bora’ mansion on top hill, that day after Doc.. Doctor treated you.. they.. told us that they were able

Ameliah said as she placed her head on her mother’s lap and she held her father’s hand. “We have to go now” The mysterious man said. Ameliah stood up and removed the necklace her mother was wearing, it was a gift from her father to her mother. She wore it and stood up, then walked out of the hut with the mysterious man, still sobbing. She watched in tears as all the people she once called neighbors, once called family, once called friend, lay on the ground, all murdered. That was too much for a kid to bear but what could she do…

One eye missing, replaced with a gold lens. “Mauro Esposito?” she asked. He smiled. “You’ve inherited your mother’s recklessness.” She stepped forward. “And you’re still alive because I haven’t decided how much pain I want to inflict.” Esposito laughed — low, rasping. “I remember when your mother threatened me. She was brave too. But she begged in the end. They always beg.” Amara pulled the trigger. Once. Twice. But the bullets slammed into metal — the man had ducked behind the doorframe. Gunfire erupted. Mikel covered her, returning fire as Amara ducked for cover.

BEADS of sweat had formed on Amara’s forehead when she opened her eyes, forcedly waking herself up from an unwanted nightmare. She gasped as she stared at the old brown-colored thatched coconut roof. As she got up on the bed, her eyes looked around the tiny room where she was. It was dark, and the only thing that was somehow lighting up the room was the moonlight through the window. Tears started to burn her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, remembering the tragic fact that her father and Killian died unjustly.

“ My brother isn’t a bad person . The life in which we live in is not an easy one . My grandmother always told us that……..Everything has its price . At that time , I didn’t know what she meant by that . Later……I got to learn things better . “ said Amra , remembering the accident of her parents and how her life turned upside down from that day . Alex looked at her a bit confused and Amra started to explain to him . “ My brother and I started to live with my grandmother from the age of thirteen . The first three years it was because our parents had a lot of work to do and needed to travel around the world . They would always send presents on our birthdays and special days , call us despite bei

Yaana reminding him of his full name made it all so funny that in Labeebah's whole life, she didn't learn his true name. He summoned Siri to call Amal as he waited to cross the road and immediately Amal picked, he asked "Are your bags packed?" Just as Amal answered, the jet black Ferrari that had been idling on the other lane began riding at smooth speed. "I've been paid. Get Mama and yourself to the Aminu Kano airport, we'll go to Niger from there." Just as Amal said Okay, the Ferrari took on speed and hit Abdul smack. The car ran him over and crushed both his left hand that he used to hold his phone and the phone itself.