Novel & Cerita Miracle Miraculous

I pleaded. “Why should I? you are a freak, you don’t belong here, you are an abomination” The crowd cheer, then a guy came forward. "Yeah bitch, you are a freak, you need to leave the pack, you are a curse” he spat at me. The crowd was cheering. More rude comments kept coming at me. All I could do was cry Marissa let go of my hair. I sat down on the ground, prop my knees up and cover my face. I feel hurt how people see me, that sometimes I ask the moon goddess why do I have to be cursed? That sometimes I wish I could just leave this world and be at peace. Then again, I think about my parents, what I would put them through if I were to leave this world? I remember my mother telling me how for

I took a deep breath to calm my rising self down as granny went on saying: “Losing it would turn both of your luck and fortune against you and you become the most unlucky, and misfortunate person on the planet; attracting all the negative energy to yourselves and then the curse will kill you to move onto the next person. The accident that you had, Kevin, was not a coincidence, it was the curse and Mia would have been in it too, if it wasn’t for the words and spells that I have enchanted around her for protection. So, she was immune to the curse to some extent. Based on the power of that thing and since you lost it, I can’t understand how you are still alive Kevin. You were supposed to be in

Seeing all kind of people surround what seems to be my body, I got dumfounded, not because of dying like that but because I’m capable of thinking despite being dead, moreover I’m still sitting in my seat in this surprisingly cheerful interrogation room, so why my body is over there, and why I become some kind of dark red smoking entity, my hand is some kind of foggy blood red hand with black long sharp claws, wait a minute, why those people surrounded by all kind of colors, “pink, yellow, orange, blue, white”,‘Those rainbow smokes are coming from those guys, can it be what it called Aura’. I thought while looking at myself.

she asked. "The portal for going back to the twenty first century has been closed presently. In the meantime, you have to remain here and fight for the people. You have to become Beatrice completely." Matilda took some time to gather her thoughts together. After a while, the spoke to herself. "Your name is Beatrice and you can do this." Then she turned to Nomar and spoke to him. "Alright then, Beatrice is ready. Show me how to use this magic you said I have been blessed with."

' We need a miracle. We need help.

"They were not originally kings in our world, although one went on to be. The two kings were rulers over the creatures that inhabit Pro Speculuorum. The creatures, very human in appearance, are called Miraculum, it means 'object of wonder,' named as such by humans who were captivated by these beautiful and mysterious creatures, looking upon them with fascination. See Cooper, when human beings look in a mirror, they hope to see the best, most ideal, version of themselves looking back. The Miraculum are this ideal, they are the best possible reflection of humans, a seemingly perfect version. They are beautiful creatures to behold, intriguing in their mystery and charm, charismatic smile and ey

*** ‎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.

Percival Mirabelle’s mouth actually dropped open. I sighed, finishing with a quiet, “Edeline’s the moon’s warrior. Some of you already know what that means.” "Really?" Mirabelle gasped, her voice rising with disbelief. “Do you even realize what an honor that is? It's more sacred than being an oracle!” “I know,” I murmured, pressing my lips together. My fingers tightened slightly around the second letter as I looked up—straight into Maximus’s glacier-blue eyes.

It was Miracle. Emma looked at her coldly and said, "Why is it you?" Miracle bowed her head, trembling. "Omega Olivia, what's the meaning of this?" Emma raised an eyebrow. Omega Olivia smiled and said, "Miss, can you recognize that maid? She's Miracle from Omega Lanka." Emma gazed at Omega Olivia calmly, her expression seemingly smiling yet not quite. "Stepping out in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and visiting the residence of Omega Olivia. What were you thinking?"

“Please stop counting your days, Elena. Let’s live each day in gratitude and hope for the best. Miracles happen every day, and you may just be one.” David… “Okay. I will not talk about dying anymore. Let’s wait for my miracle then. For me, carrying this child to full term and holding him in my hands is my miracle.” My miracle…