Bat Miraculous Novels & Stories

It felt like a miracle, despite the conflicting emotions swirling within me. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted as Charles reentered the office, holding out a document. "Boss, no need to retrieve another document. You tore the photocopy; this is the original," he informed me. Snapping out of my contemplation, I eagerly accepted the document, needing to confirm its authenticity for myself. As I examined it, relief hit me. "Thank goodness," I exclaimed aloud, a smile spreading across my face as I clutched the precious documents in my hand. This unexpected Miracle had presented me with an opportunity I couldn't afford to miss, and I was determined to make the most of it.

I'm a bit disoriented, but even I can hear what the pack doctor is shouting, "It's a miracle! Lucas is healing; it's like he suddenly gained regenerative abilities!" Those words make me smile. "It worked..."

But I couldn’t have expected that when she got pissed off, she would burn. I gazed at Mackenzie, wondering if my eyes were deceiving me. I witnessed many strange things, but the most unbelievable happened after meeting my Luna. Not only did she awaken Kit from his deep slumber, healing us alarmingly fast, but she nurtured a marked-to-death wild animal to recover, and her wounds seemed to heal incredibly fast.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

The last couple of days have been a whirlwind. An exciting new development in my curse-free state is that now makkares can heal me. Sebastian had a brainwave and decided it was worth a try asking a friendly makkari to heal me since I was technically no longer cursed, and it turns out he was correct. All the pain, aches, exhaustion, and those disgusting blisters, are now a thing of the past, which is a great relief to me as it now means I can enjoy all the blessings that surround me.

I didn’t hold back the few tears that slipped down as I let myself be comforted by his warmth. His hand remained steady over my bump, soothingly rubbing soft circles. “Marcus doesn’t know exactly what happened,” he murmured. “He called it a miracle that only one of them was lost.” The way his palm pressed against my stomach—protective, reverent—brought tears back to my eyes. Tears that weren’t entirely of grief anymore, but gratitude too.

“The survivor — as you had called it — is a woman, sire. But she wasn’t spared by the attack at all. She died, but the essence of life returned back to her. She lives again.” “Damnation!” shouted the third High Priest. He was Joash, the strict priest of the four, who had a shorter gray beard. He stood up and glared at Mikha’el, unable to accept his claim. “We are not fools to believe your words messenger!” “You don’t need to believe, Your Excellency. You just have to see, ” was Mikha’el’s effortless barb. This made the lofty priest silent. “The woman is the one people call the miracle child once, ” he explained further.

Jordan witnessed Todd’s miraculous recovery from his seat in the second row. Todd’s sickly limbs recovered instantly and became normal again, no longer the frail, dark sticks they seemed to be previously. Naturally, Jordan was beyond shocked. He whispered to Jarvis beside him, “Master Yant, you’re very knowledgeable. Have you ever heard of such a pill in this world?” Jarvis shook his head with a dazed look. He himself was just as shocked, if not more. As a martial artist, his understanding of the world’s unknown was deeper than an average person. Even so, he had never witnessed such a miraculous medicine.

James replied, “Tribulation Liquid. Apparently, it’s a magical liquid formed during a Heavenly Tribulation. It’s capable of tempering the body and repairing Primordial Spirits.” “Tribulation Liquid?” Emperor Jabari was taken aback by the discovery.

He didn’t want his son to have someone in their house who will turn up dead and in the end, the precinct will start to investigate them or even accuse them of murder. “We don’t have that time,” Lucas disputed. He lowered his hands and placed his right hand on her forehead, his left on her abdomen. “Resuscitari!” he chants in Latin which means ‘Be revived!” Another bright light came forth from him and entered Maureen’s body. The cut on her ankle covered healing completely. As Captain White stares in awe, Maureen inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply as she quickly sat up. She stares around terrified. “Please, don’t hurt me!” she cried out wanting to draw away from Lucas.