I Can Move Mountains Work A Miracle Novels & Stories

A look of grim, adult determination settled on his young face. "I can't reach him," Colin said, his voice steady. "But I can pull the mountain down." Colin knelt, slamming his palms onto the glass floor. My ears felt like they were going to burst. The sound of the mountain moving wasn't a normal sound. It was a deep, low thrum that I felt in my teeth and my toes. It felt like the earth was waking up from a long, angry sleep, and we were just bugs crawling on its skin.

“Mike, I wasn’t born crippled.” He laughed. “Okay, okay.” He raised both hands slightly. “How about walking like you used to? Just focus on your legs and imagine them moving.” I exhaled. I looked down at my feet again. “Come on, legs. Let’s show this crazy doctor we aren’t lazy.” I grabbed my right leg first. With my hand, I pulled it forward. Then stopped. I moved the other one. It wasn't walking. Not really. But it was movement. And that alone made something inside my chest tighten.

“How?” Mirabelle tilted her head, eyes gleaming like stars. “Did you know,” she said softly, “you can send someone to the moon through their dreams? You have to connect with their energy. Focus. When you touch them, really touch them, they’ll go there—with the Moon. It lets them speak to loved ones. Find peace.” Then her expression grew more serious. “But it only works for wolves who need healing. If you misuse it… you’ll end up sending them to other places.”

In the distance, I could see rows and rows of grapevines. Suddenly, the sun and blue sky vanished, replaced by gray clouds, and it began to rain. "Does the rain bother you?" he asked me. I lifted my head, savoring the cool droplets on my face. "No. A rainy day in Italy is still better than a good day anywhere else." He laughed, and that made me look at him. His shirt was gone, revealing his smooth chest and perfectly sculpted muscles that would have made Michelangelo weep with their beauty. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his chest.

Then it hit. I gave it everything I had left, not because I was brave, but because my body demanded it. The pressure changed, shifted, and something inside me rotated. It was the smallest internal adjustment, a subtle turn that transformed pain into possibility. The relief was not relief yet, but it was movement, and movement felt like hope. “I see rotation,” Adrian said quickly. “Good. Support. Let it deliver,” Dr. Imani replied.

The truth was Daylight was really heavy. I thought my arms would fall off but they didn’t. To point out I’m not macho or anything so carrying a 150 pound or so was not really in my exercise schedule. I jogged to the house but, the light was fading fast. Just as I thought things couldn't get any worse Sil and the mysterious woman were shaking hands. The envy almost ate me up. “Ian…dream of… stars…tonight…” Daylight whispered. She touched my hand and pain rushed through me. I guess I screamed. Or maybe it was Sil but, honestly I don’t remember. The only thing was I was able to get through the back door but the rest was history.

I pleaded with Henry through gritted teeth, "Henry, can't she walk herself? I'm injured—I can barely move." Henry glanced at me dismissively. "You've always been tough. Just push through a bit longer. Lucy's different—she's never been here before, and she's not in good health. Susie, stop dawdling and keep up." He turned away and strode toward the safe platform. I had no choice but to pick up the backpack and force myself to follow. Henry moved quickly, and soon I couldn't see him anymore. Just then, with a deafening roar, the mountainside began to slide.

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Chapter 74 Through The Mountains As the group ventures forth, their determined efforts are met with the relentless struggle against the unyielding current. The swirling depths and turbulent waters conspire to impede their progress, challenging their strength and resilience at every turn. They navigate through treacherous valleys, where jagged rock formations jut out like formidable obstacles, and imposing mountains rise majestically, casting shadows over their path. Each stroke they take is a battle against the powerful forces that threaten to sweep them away, demanding their unwavering commitment to press forward.

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.