Novel & Cerita In Miraculous

She nodded, and the relief on her face was obvious. I studied her for a moment. Money had never been a problem in my family, thanks to my grandmother’s business skills. I could only imagine what it felt like to have debt hanging over your head, affecting your quality of life, and then suddenly having it disappear. The relief and the small smile that appeared on her face made her even prettier. “Thank you, Mr. Torrens... I mean, Albert.” I smiled. “We’re quite a pair of lunatics, aren’t we?”

I stood there with her, holding onto her, praying for strength, for my brother, for her. Then, something miraculous occurred. Before my very eyes, the wounds on Sebastian’s body began to diminish, disappearing as though they had never been there. I could hardly bear to look away, astonished by the sight of it—an actual miracle unfolding. Eleanor’s power was real. She was healing him. But then, my heart sank as I noticed Eleanor stumbling, her hand weakly dropping to the ground. I rushed to her side immediately, panicking.

Once the magus returns, there will be no hiding the fact that not only is my belly no longer round, but that my nest has a new little inhabitant. “What am I going to do with you, little one?” I sigh, placing a hand on her still-warm shell. She blinks at me. Only the light isn’t the dim glimmer I experienced with her siblings; it’s more of a bright flash that makes me blink as I see a dark afterimage. “You have quite the spark, Miracle,” I say, the name I’ve already given her in my heart, “But my eyes are sensitive. Maybe less glow next time.”

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.” He stares at me, his eyes wide. “What… what did you do?” “I… I don’t know,” I stammer, still shaking. “I just… wanted you to come back.” Myra steps closer, completely stunned. “That was healing energy,” she says softly. “But not normal healing like we do. This was… divine.” I blink, trying to understand, but Lucian just cups my face with his shaking hand. “You saved me,” he murmurs. “Again.”

He was acutely aware of how vulnerable he felt, sitting at the table, surrounded by unfamiliarity and danger. "I... I was looking for the Fruit of Miracles," he stammered, speaking quickly as if to distance himself from the foolishness of his earlier wish. "I heard that it grants strength and power. So... I snuck out," he admitted, shame creeping into his voice. ‘Fruit of MIracles?’ Elena wondered in her mind, ‘For the longest time I have lived here, I haven’t heard anything like that.’ She looked at Alterna to confirm if she really did hear it right. But Alterna just shook her head.

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.

*** ‎Killian I claw at my chest, pain ripping through me as I sink into the seat, letting out a low, restrained growl. The curse is consuming me—I doubt I can hold it back much longer. According to the prophecy, only one person can heal me and break my curse. My mate. I've met her once. That unforgettable night. I may not remember what she looked like, but the warm, tender, healing touch of her delicate hands is unforgettable. With one touch, she eased my curse that night and silenced my 684 years of endless wakefulness. If I hadn't gotten carried away by that moment of peace and pleasure, I wouldn't have woken to find her gone.

I saw them talking for a bit until they went to the other table. Yes, my sacrifice is worth it. Miracle is healthy now. She's no longer sick and she can continue her dream. Even if I will no longer be part of her life, seeing her like this is more than worth it.

Then they moved forward, carrying Mira and our newborn toward the mansion. “Will she be alright?” I mumbled as the head of the healers laid her back to her bed, checking on her pulse. The others were already carrying warm water to clean her body and stop the bleeding. “It’ll take her a long time to fully recover,” the healer then whispered lowly after taking some time to observe her condition. “Actually, what happened in the ritual site was a miracle for all of us. We witnessed something so powerful and impossible to think for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain this, Alpha.”

Mother Mary explained to Mirabel, who was staring at the Laki sand. She walked to a round stone table in the middle of the room and pressed her hand into the interior of the table, causing the inner part of the table to go in and shortly reveal a round orb that was emitting a dense blue light. "What is that?" Mirabel asked as she walked forward to stand beside Mother Mary at the table. "It's the Blue Miracle." Mother Mary smiled as she spoke and stared at the blue orb. "The Blue Miracle." Mirabel nodded as she repeated, completely clueless as to what the Blue Miracle was.