Miracle Book Novels & Stories

during first impressions. He studied me for my reaction -and I assume comprehension- while he spoke. “Shine and magic are not the same. A person’s shine is housed in their body’s energy field. The stronger it is, the brighter it glows. It attracts magic to the person like a magnet. Without the shine to hold the magic there, it would simply slip away; leaving only what is around the person at that moment available for use. Since that can often be minimal, we do our best to collect the magic and keep it in our shine for when it is really needed.” “Can you feel it coming and going?” I asked.

With my heart racing, I took another glance at the book. It contained something. Something living. Mira brushed aside the dust and knelt next to it. Her eyes widened as she turned the pages. "This is more than a book," she muttered. "It is a prophecy." I gasped. One more prophecy? One we had never heard of? I took a step forward, reading the lines with trembling hands. "When the blood of the past meets the power of the future, the world will be remade." I felt cold. Mira's face was stern as she looked up.

My mother, Aileen Stuart, leaves me a bronze mirror upon her death. One day, I suddenly hear its thoughts. It says exasperatedly, "My naive child, Zara hid her brooch and blamed you for stealing it. And your stepmother? Her tricks are so banal. She rubbed pollen on your clothes, hoping you'd have an allergic reaction and become disfigured. They really are the perfect pair in household scheming. "Dead mother, philandering father, vicious stepmother, wicked idiot of a sister… What an unfortunate deck of cards you have been dealt with." With the mirror's guidance, I manage to carve out a place for myself in this household. One midnight, it wakes me from my sleep. "Jemima, your chance to

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"Here you go, My Queen." Mirra walked in to the chambers with the large book in her hands. "It took me a minute but I managed to get all the dust out. Misha showed me an excellent way to rid the dust from the book. All I needed was two willing friends to hold the cover of the book at either side and let the pages hang upside down. Many delicate swatting later, the book is as clean as it can be." I watched as Mirra walked over to the dining table and placed the large book in front of me.

The last thing I remembered was Julia being there and then going to sleep. My eyes began to unblur. A beautiful green field filled with wildflowers stretched out in front of me. My hands moved to my stomach. My heart stopped. “No, goddess, please, no.” Slowly, looking down, my bump was gone, and I was no longer in the same old tattered clothes I’d been in for months. “No.” Rage burned through me. I couldn’t breathe. My heart felt like it was being torn into a million pieces. “Baby!”

The next day, three hours after training with Miracle and my mates, I was laying down on the bed when my phone rang. It was Avilla, she said she'd be coming over with the book. Within thirty minutes later, I got a text from her that she was outside waiting with Meg. I ran down stairs, smiled at the duo, before leading them to my room. “This is it girl,” Avilla handed the book to me. It was a thick covered book, old looking and had a bit of dusk, but without a tear. I skimmed through it immediately, pursing my lips as my eyes ran across the words.

"You're a miracle worker. Whatever you gave me is pure gold." The bathroom door was open, with fresh towels folded neatly on the counter. Servants must've come in while I was out cold. There was a new stack of books on the nightstand—probably to keep me from going crazy with boredom. I reached for the top one excitedly. The cover was simple leather, the title embossed plainly: Eternal Bonds. Sounded harmless enough. Maybe some sweet fantasy romance. I flipped it open to a random page and started reading.

But they didn't make any word if read. "*yawn* Do you want to read a book?", a small spirit in the form of a sparrow appeared. "Yes, but who are you?", I asked it. It flew around the books, "I am the Magical books guard. Her Highness Mia, assigned me to protect these books. If you want to read any of them then you should solve the puzzle. When a person touches the book then its script will turn into a jumbled form of the languages that the person knows. The real script of the books is an ancient script that hardly anyone knows. Once a person solves the puzzle he can read the book in the script that he knows."

The text was written in a language I didn’t recognize, but Eryndra clearly did because I felt her shock ripple through our shared consciousness. “The Book of First Prophecies,” Mira said quietly. “One of only three copies that survived the Great Purge. It contains the original words spoken by the Moon Goddess about the twin flames.” She turned pages carefully until she found what she was looking for. “Read this, Eryndra. Read what even you might not know.” My eyes scanned the text, and I felt Eryndra translating it for me even as she read: