In Miraculous Novels & Stories

He stood near the mic and tapped into it twice before speaking. "Welcome everyone to the annual championship game. This event is going to start just exactly as the moon comes up..." The moon which I had learnt was the Mystic Moon. It was crescent-shaped and had a variety of stars surrounding it. It comes up only on July 7th of the year, and it had never changed.

However, as the voice persisted, Luna realized that something extraordinary was unfolding. Mira's voice resonated not from the physical world but within the intricate realms of Luna's mind. The connection transcended the boundaries of spoken language, echoing through the ethereal corridors where thoughts met in a delicate dance. Luna, now awakened to this newfound reality, met Mira's gaze with a mixture of astonishment and understanding.

Mary told her excitedly. “What if I told you that miracles are magic? And that it doesn’t come from God but from within us and from nature?” Tariana said, watching Mary to see how she would react. Mary looked at her as if she didn’t understand what Tariana had said. Then the gears started turning and as she processed the new information she chewed on her bottom lip. Mary knew Tariana wouldn’t lie to her, she trusted her more than anyone, except for Kopa. But if she believed the Lady, it would mean the church had been lying to her, her whole life. That was a hard truth to accept. The church had been such a major part of her life. Would father Link have lied to her?

“Ok, I think we need to- before I could finish the sentence, I felt this glow surrounding my body. Before I could finish the sentence, I felt this glow surrounding my body and Cordell pulled me from his grip, pushing me back a few meters. The glow was turning blue. I feel myself standing on two feet. The sound of lighting appears then the wind blow I could feel the heat raiding through my body. I could not bear it no more. I howl to where it became deadly. Finally everything stops, when it was over I could see everyone bow in submission. “ Xyla what have we done?” “ I don’t know Mileena, but I feel our bodies are different. We are a lot stronger now the moon goddess has graced us with her gi

Mira asked "Your stomach, what happened to it?" Lulu asked wondering why Mira's stomach was as flat as that of a model Mira rubbed her stomach and smiled "it's there but you can't see it" Mira chuckled "Hmm, I don't understand. I'm look right at it" lulu said "Caleb helped me do some magic on it, he has a few gifts. So he casted a spell on my body, no one will know I'm pregnant except I tell them" Mira explained

It hurts tht I don't matter, that my emotions do not matter. I pat my head to feel the scarf I just tied a few minutes ago, almost knocking off the sun glasses I wore over my puffy eyes earlier. "So, first, Ms Moukthar's office abi?" I nod. She drives out of the car park and I revel in the silence that reigns, too tired to even cry. Glossary: Surah: Chapters of the Holy Qur'an. Ayah: Verses of the Holy Qur'an.

Irina was amazed, looking at her dress. “Let me see your bleeding hands.” Lucas closed the gap between them. He didn’t need to do anything with her face as the slapping mark had already gone. “Wow…” Irina impressed, looking at her clean hands. “I’m healed.” Smiling weakly, Lucas didn’t dare telling her that her wound healed itself and he did nothing about it but cleaned the blood stain. “I knew it.” Irina exclaimed. “Magic is amazing thing.” Lucas smile turned weaker. “Speaking of magic, why don’t you or Master Nieal scare of me? Why not have me burnt like stories I heard about magic users?”

I glance beside me and there stood the seer. Proud look on his face with a smile. “What is happening right now?” I found myself asking, the seer chuckle beside me. “Miracle.” That was all he said, soon the courtyard filled with people, living beings, no dead bodies and the blood that dirtied the floor was gone too as if magically wiped clean. Then the boy lowered his hands and the snow stopped.

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

“You did it. You sent him to the moon. I saw him there... just now. I had a vision.” Of course she did. Mirabelle had always kept her sight. The Moon favored her that way—blessed her, even though she chose a mate. Most oracles lost their gift when they bonded. But not Mirabelle. If anything, she was having more visions than ever. I looked toward the bed and saw Percival—clothed now, breathing steady. My brows furrowed. “Is he…?” “He’s fine,” Mirabelle said, settling beside me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her voice was gentle, full of awe. “He’s getting closure right now. That’s part of your new gift. You’re incredible, Edeline.”