Miracle Book Novels & Stories

I had heard about such a book but I never knew the name was Holy Grail. Yes! A book where you could cast spells no matter who you were or what you were. I was exactly the kind of book I needed. "The mission you are about to embark on is a death threat to your baby. You need every means possible to keep your alive so your baby could be born. This book is the key to your unanswered prayer from the Moon goddess. Take it" Mary pushed the book to me and tapped on it gently. I could have sworn I heard her crying. She was almost breaking down with the book in my arms. I felt so grateful.

I raised an eyebrow at his story, still not understanding its relevance. "One day the man and the woman had a baby girl. But this girl was no ordinary girl. She was special," he said, inspecting his nails casually. Then his eyes lifted to mine. "She was one born of magic, and of the moon." Shock ripped through my body at his words, but I schooled my face into neutrality. "And what does this fairytale have to do with me?" I asked. Damion burst out laughing and slapped his knee. Within an instant, he had shoved himself off of the stool and dropped down on his knees in front of me so that we were eye to eye.

I inquired, confused about all of it. “I… I don't know, but the book knows…” She got up and took out some very old book from the top bookshelf in the room. It wasn't an ordinary book, it looked like an expensive antique. It had a leather cover, and beautiful ornaments all around the front and side. When she opened it I felt some wave of electricity flowing through my body. “You felt it, right? That's magic,” Grandma chuckled, “This is our family's magic book. It has an answer to most of the magical problems we could encounter,” she explained.

- I told him. He nodded and pulled several books out from one of the stacks and set them in front of me. I opened the top book and ran my fingers over the runes in the title. It was beautifully written as if each word was drawn with love and attention to detail. Now that I looked at it, it reminded me of a combination of Norse and Old English. Nerrian pulled his chair closer and pointed to the first word, speaking it in my mind than out loud in Draygonian. With his help, I repeated the word over and over again until I perfected it.

Those words were continuously reverberating inside her head like a malfunctioned reel had been playing . Watching the girl cry like this, the tears found their way in the old worried eyes of Grand Empress back in DAWN MOUNTAINS. Yes, Grand Empress . She had been reading the heavenly book and had been engrossed into this story of Lady Melanie wholeheartedly. It was a magical book. The letters only appear when you open the pages and chant the spell for them to appear. Along with the letters over the first few pages, the scenario changed totally and instead of letters , the people started to appear inside the pages and they were just like living people.

Silence hung in the air, taut with unspoken tension. Mira closed her book with purpose, the title concealed under its cloth cover, and rose with a resolve that beckoned Lila to follow. --- Down a narrow hallway lined with secured cabinets, Mira paused before one marked by intricate claw-like grooves. She placed her palms upon it, muttering ancient words that stirred the air with forgotten magic. A click echoed as the cabinet door opened. Inside lay two significant items: - A leather-bound journal cloaked in wolfhide - A small vial of black liquid, its contents almost still

I was in the back most of the crowd so they were all looking back to me. I said and stated, “It wasn’t me” I even shook my head to intensify my disagreement. I was sure that it wasn’t me. I can control my power and I was sure I did not do that. “It was you! What the heck? That wasn’t funny” we all looked at the mirror magic and the voice magic. The mirror magic can let us see thing in bigger image and the voice magic is used so we can hear whoever is using that. The Exam Master’s magic is sound and mirror magic. He has two magic.

She handed me a shot, and I instantly took it. "That bad, huh?" She poured me another. "Something like that," I said, scanning the room, looking for why I came here. "I see you’re still playing around with those bracelets," Mirja noticed them on my arm. "That cheap magic won’t get you far." "It’s fast work, and it gets the job done. If only someone would let me borrow her book-" "I told you. That book is evil. Nothing but trouble in the wrong hands," Mirja said.

I still wonder where I went wrong. There is a miracle that keeps me on my toes. The miracle comes in form of Success, my little bundle of joy. She makes it all easy, and I crave to bring her into her own, where she will have peace, love and tranquillity. And, no matter what life brings her way, may she know the true north! I shall always be there for her at every step of the way.

It contained a single book. “Woah! This is crazy,” Roger whispered. Lazarus walked up to the book, it was in a glass protective casing. “You didn’t know this was here, did you?” Velma asked. “No, I didn’t,” he clarified. Lazarus inspected the book. “What is it?” Nigel demanded. “It’s so beautiful,” Clarke admired. Lazarus gulped when he realized what it was. “It’s the Book of The God’s.”