Novelas y relatos de In Miraculous

And that single moment told me everything I needed to know. This wasn’t something simple. This wasn’t something safe. But I still wanted to know. I still wanted to try anything and everything to save him. “There is a ritual,” she finally said. “A forbidden one.” The air shifted. A silence so thick it nearly suffocated me settled between us. “A ritual?” I echoed, my voice barely more than a whisper. Mirabel nodded, her gaze locking onto mine. “It can heal him,” she said. “Completely. It will pull him back from the brink. Restore what was lost.”

“Oh my stars.” I openly gaped at the magic that was swirling around. A mere lightshow. A low grade ability that even I can do flawlessly. Nonetheless, I believe it was still something to marvel at. Magic was a sight to see. No matter how small. “Amazing isn’t it?” Sungul grinned proudly, “To know that you’ll soon have a familiar in your grasp.”

It was Miracle. Emma looked at her coldly and said, "Why is it you?" Miracle bowed her head, trembling. "Omega Olivia, what's the meaning of this?" Emma raised an eyebrow. Omega Olivia smiled and said, "Miss, can you recognize that maid? She's Miracle from Omega Lanka." Emma gazed at Omega Olivia calmly, her expression seemingly smiling yet not quite. "Stepping out in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and visiting the residence of Omega Olivia. What were you thinking?"

Mira asked seriously. " I do. Don't you?" " I don't. I have prayed countless times for a miracle, but nothing happens." Mira replied. If it was two days ago, maybe she could agree with the old lady about miracles. To her, the second chance granted to her was like a miracle. That was until she learnt it wasn't. It was a way of atoning to get sins. The sins of trusting the wrong people. " Never loose your faith young Lady. We pray and even when our prayers are not answered, it's fulfill knowing that you turned to the Almighty one when you needed help." The old lady said.

As we hung up, I then put a call into my dear friend, and witch, Miranda. Miranda was a childhood friend of mine. She is a witch with various powers that exceed the traditional witches doing spells. She can identify if magic has been used in a situation, what spells or potions might have been used and a bunch of other things, even I can’t fully understand. I needed to talk to her about what was going on and get her here as fast as possible.

She has stopped walking and is now standing before a mirror, holding up her hand as if meaning I should stand before it. Gulping, I step forward, confused when I notice the mirror isn't showing my reflection. Where did my grandmother find this thing? The magical mirror is more extensive than any other mirror I've seen before. It reminds me of the screen at the theater—the mirror is almost as wide as the entire room, allowing everyone to look at it with curious eyes. My grandmother clears her throat. "Raven, since you are new here, allow me to explain what you are doing here." I smile at my grandmother. She probably doesn't want me to speak, but at least I can show that I'm paying attention.

Megumi's eyes smiles as she points at something that looks like a mirror maze, she smiled at me and said, "Let's go there!" Smiling at me like that is a foul play Megumi, how can I say no now? Of course I can't so I grabbed her hands and lead her there. The students greeted us and said, "Welcome to our class's Wonderland. If you manage to find the tunnel's end withing 15 minutes, you get a prize of okonomiyaki, a japanese vegetable pancake. So are you in?" I dropped some bills on the entrance and entered with Megumi. Inside was quite dark and filled with mirrors making it quite confusing and scary but Megumi actually seems to enjoy it just when she was about to bumped into a mirror, I pulled

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

“And It didn't like it.” The candle flame bent again. The wax cracked softly, dripping down the side. My patience was thinning. “You’re dancing around the point.” Miranda ran a hand through her hair again, clearly trying to organize her thoughts. “I have entered many minds before,” she said. “Broken curses. Pulled people out of magical comas. Even fought things hiding in someone’s consciousness.” She paused. “But this…” she muttered, almost to herself, “…this felt ancient.” That word lingered in the air.

Dead. Closing her eyes, she poured her magic downward. At once, the surge came—not gentle, as it usually did, but wild and violent. Power roared through her like a wildfire, racing from her heart into her veins, burning in her chest and flooding into the ground. Her back arched. Her breath left her in ragged gasps as if she had inhaled flame. The sapling quivered. Its stem straightened, trembling, leaves unfurling a hesitant green. For a moment, joy broke through the despair. Mirra’s lips parted, a desperate laugh hovering at her throat. She felt the pulse of life again, fragile but real, trembling in her hands.