Miracle Cure Novel Novels & Stories

She stares into nothingness, patiently waiting for her curse to manifest. But that night, the strangest thing happens. Till the clock read ten and the minutes proceeded into midnight, Caralyn experienced nothing. The guards had even been alarmed, thinking something bad had happened to her when thirty minutes passed, and they heard nothing. They had opened the door, and she had commanded them to lock it back, not willing to take any chances. The morning light spilled in, and that moment was when Caralyn felt the happiest in all her twenty years of living. The curse hadn’t surfaced. Does that mean the curse has been lifted? Does that mean she is forever free, now? She wonders.

He thought it was over for him and that the sickness would probably take his life, he didn't expect that a miracle would happen. The atmosphere suddenly changed and even Mr. Pushkin noticed it. He knew the only person that has the power to change the atmosphere wherever he steps his foot on. That was his first grandson, Dmitry. Seeing Dmitry standing a step away from the door, he walked closer to him, "Dmitry, see... I'm better now." Dmitry squinted his almond shaped emerald eyes, "how is that possible?" "Well, a miracle Doctor healed me." The man twisted his body for his grandson to see that he was fine now. The old man was acting like a playful little child. He was so happy.

*** ‎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 looked up at her, startled. She leaned back into the couch dramatically, one hand pressed to her chest like a Shakespearean actor. “‘Dear diary, I lost the love of my life today because my sibling caught a mystery dick and got magically knocked up. Please avenge me.’” She paused. “Episode one: The Immaculate Erección.” I choked literally…. choked on the sip of ginger lemon tea she forced down my throat earlier. “Lena!” She grinned, wicked now, clearly on a roll. “Episode two: The Dick That Did the Impossible. A paranormal thriller, starring a cursed penis with fertility powers.”

"You are a sick, twisted monster." My mother glared at me. The doctor frowned and recommended genetic testing, suspecting a rare disease. My mother only sneered. "Rare disease? She's mentally warped. She fakes being sick to get attention!" The noon sun blazed overhead. I huddled under the shade canopy, trembling violently, clutching my collar shut. Then my mother shoved the canopy aside and overturned it. She tore off my long coat and pushed me down onto the scorching sand. The intense UV rays seared through my skin in an instant. Huge blisters swelled up along my arms, then burst one after another. My mother stood there, revulsion all over her face. "Iris, have you no shame left at all, fak

He said, and I don't bother telling him that I knew this part of the story. "Mira believed her daughter was... special and that's why she needed to be protected, she’d said something about Eloise being destined to save our kind but I’d dismissed those as the words of a crazy woman. That was until a few years later, after Eloise turned five." He took in a breath, almost like he wasn't sure it was right to share what he was about to; "She’d mistakenly cut herself with a knife, we’d been about to take her to the healers when we witnessed a miracle; Instead of blood, a pure white light had radiated from the cut and the wound had disappeared, leaving not even a trace of a scar behind.” ***

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

She asked and Octavia only shook her head, not looking at her. Then, just like someone going through hypnosis, an idea struck at her. It had come out with a force so heavy, she gasped widely and looked at Mica. "There might be a cure" she said, her eyes beaming. Mica arched her brows and looked at her "What're you... talking about?" She asked, confused. "The antidote. I know of an antidote which can work on difficult illnesses such as this. It can work on any illness or poison at all, but..."

I could not help but wonder if he had ever truly cared about Heidi and me. Slowly, I got to my feet and walked to Heidi's closet. I opened the doors with trembling hands to reveal her neatly arranged clothes. I touched each item gently as if I could still feel Heidi's warmth, tears blurring my vision. Then, I packed all of Heidi's belongings—her clothes, toys, books, everything she loved—into her suitcase. I was determined to take her home, away from this cold place. As I dragged the heavy suitcase out of the room, I found Mandy alone in the living room, lounging on the couch and flipping through a magazine. She put it down when she saw me, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

“Please don’t do this. I don’t want this. I just want to leave. I just want it to stop. ” Her smile widened unnaturally. “You don’t get to choose anymore. ” “No, ” I sobbed. “Please… ” Darkness surged forward, slamming into me like a wave. I screamed as something ripped through my chest, spreading fast and merciless. My limbs locked, my vision blurring as the ground vanished beneath me. The last thing I felt was the loss of myself. Then everything went black. THE CURSE I stretched, bones shifting beneath thick fur as I rose from the forest floor. The night welcomed me like an