Cataclysm Miraculous Novels & Stories

While a being that can’t be seen, at least in the eyes of the living, the color of his foggy self changes it’s bloody color to gray than black that kept becoming darker and darker, until he wake up from his beauty sleep, he doesn’t feel her soul that he is attached to it, he didn’t panic but surprisingly felt calm, especially when foreign memories rushed in his being, gives him some feed back of what he was doing off his menatoring and controle, although his happy feeling slowly vanish because despite that it is a helpful ability but uncontrollable so he must descover how its work and when its work to avoid misups. While his mind kepts daydreaming for a while, he felt tight and trapped all

Many tried to run but were suddenly crushed by a mental wall that began to cage everyone in. All sounds faded and an ache ran through Trix’s head. She felt herself being pulled in a direction which she did not know. Her vision blurred and the pain grew. She fell to her knees. It was as if her head was about to explode she felt as if she was going to die. ‘Stop fighting it,’ a voice echoed through the chaos. ‘It is who you are Trixiana.’ ‘Open your eyes, Trix.’ ‘Open your eyes!’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan.

I let go of my hand, letting the flood waters take me. In the moment of grogginess, I heard another rumble. A thunderous rumble rang out in the skies so loudly that it caused ripples in the waters. The next second, a blinding ray of light shone down on me. My beam of hope had finally arrived.

"And I have watched Lyra refuse to accept loss repeatedly. Of course you would rebel against eternal imprisonment. The only question was how long it would take you to decide." "You approve?" we asked, surprised. "I approve of you trying. Even if trying kills you. Even if it dooms us all." Her expression was fierce with maternal pride and terror. "Because you are right. Cosmic entities think in absolutes. You think in possibilities. And possibilities are how miracles happen." "Or how catastrophes occur," Lady Seraphine added pragmatically. "But at this point, we are already facing catastrophe. Might as well try for miracle." Through our unified consciousness, we felt gratitude surge toward th

“Not exactly. But you are connected.” Clara folds her arms. “Connected how? Like spiritual? Magical? Genetic? Because if something bred with my energy, I’d really like to know how.” I keep my face neutral. “Not bred. Mirrors.” She blinks. “Mirrors?” “Yes.” I step closer to her, lowering my voice. “The goddess tore her storm half away from the Core when she split. That storm didn’t just disappear. It echo-formed. It created offshoots. Creatures. Entities. Things shaped from her chaos.”

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”

Their eyes met, close enough to see the tears she wouldn’t let fall. “Don’t make me your enemy,” he hissed. Her voice broke. “Then save us another way.” Behind them, guild fighters lunged for Daryl. Killian’s free hand lashed out, magic bursting like a wave. Shadows struck the floor, flinging the men backward into tomb walls, shattering stone coffins. Bones clattered, monks’ skulls rolling across the floor. The crypt filled with chaos. Through it all, Daryl rose. Not fully — not humanly.

"No! Kuma's strength was far below the evil energy emanating from within the valley. Maybe we should ask the historian about the tale of the Valley of Hell!” ===================== The events in the Hell Abyss in this novel usually occur in the real world. Its name is residual energy. Residual Energy is simply negative/evil energy generated from a place that has recorded many bad events (death accidents, massacres, and other bad events). In places that have been the location of a bad incident, residual energy is always stored, in the form of electromagnetic waves that can affect a person's conscious mind and can make a person careless until bad events happen again.

Kaiden said to the twins and Miriyam that night of their return. “Which means that the chances of such a catastrophic event happening again is very high.” He and Elixir began to narrate their experiences in Queens. When they'd arrived there, the entire town was flooded, and some of the survivors were fishing out their family members who had drowned or gotten killed from the flood of water that hit them immediately after the earth quake stopped. “But if the barrier isn't affected, then how did the earthquake get into the pack?” Miriyam asked. The barrier was an invisible shield, backed up with ancient magic. The Lycan realm was the foundation of the barrier magic before it was shared to other

His cat eyes widened his animal pupil turning into slits, as his instincts get the better of him running to the corner so as not to be smashed by the boulders rushing and rolling forward very fast. There was a loud crashing sound followed by the dust and crashed rocks exploding. Caden found a little hole to hide, fortunately. When everything fell into silence, Caden went out of the hole and was stunned when he saw the light coming from the outside pouring down from the blasted hole. Now, the entryway can hold even 4 to 5 adult humans, not to mention a little kitty like him. But what shocked him is that the world outside doesn't resemble anything as he remembered. Did he transmigrate, not jus