Miracle Miraculous Novels & Stories

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

"I don't need to know how it happened anymore. I don't need Miller to explain the mechanics of a miracle. I only care that it is." A profound stillness settled over Daniel’s rugged features. The old, lingering shadows, the residual paranoia of a man hunted by his past and terrified of his own shadow dissolved completely, replaced by a deep, immovable peace. Daniel leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently against Lukas’s, closing his eyes as if drinking in the reality of the words. "A miracle," Daniel echoed, tasting the word as if it were entirely foreign to a tongue accustomed only to grit, blood, and survival. He let out a low, ragged breath that sounded dangerously close to a laugh. "

Miracle “Are you sure about that?” I jumped at the sweet voice that filled my ears and I turned to see who was intruding on my peace with Mia. In front of me stood a beautiful woman. I have seen no one as beautiful as her. She was a tall woman with a milky white skin. Her platinum blonde hair flew around her as she looked at me with a sweet, gentle smile on her face that enhanced her unique violet coloured eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about your mate?” The sound of her voice broke my trance, and I blinked my eyes, trying to focus. If I was really in heaven, then she must be an angel.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

“And It didn't like it.” The candle flame bent again. The wax cracked softly, dripping down the side. My patience was thinning. “You’re dancing around the point.” Miranda ran a hand through her hair again, clearly trying to organize her thoughts. “I have entered many minds before,” she said. “Broken curses. Pulled people out of magical comas. Even fought things hiding in someone’s consciousness.” She paused. “But this…” she muttered, almost to herself, “…this felt ancient.” That word lingered in the air.

"And convenient. Two powerful sacrifices instead of fourteen weak ones." The magic hit Miranda dead center. She caught it. Absorbed it. Let it flow into the working she'd been maintaining throughout the facility. "You don't understand what I am," Miranda said calmly. "I'm not just a wolf with magical abilities. I'm a bridge. Between species. Between worlds. Between what the supernatural community has been and what it could become." "You're a child playing with forces beyond your comprehension." "Maybe. But I'm still going to stop you."

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

To say that she is beyond shock is an understatement! Her feelings are mixed-up. She's happy, excited, afraid,stressed, overwhelmed to name a few. She's happy to be his bride but this is so sudden that she's afraid she is jumping from one fire to the other.

The room felt charged with a kind of electricity, and Miranda could feel the power of her words building within her. The words themselves were a mixture of incantations, prayers, and affirmations. They spoke of ancient gods and goddesses, of magic and wonder, and of the power that lay within all things. They were a reminder that the world was full of mystery and wonder, and that anything was possible if one knew the right words to say. As she chanted, Miranda's eyes remained fixed on the mirror before her. She could see her reflection staring back at her, and for a moment she wondered if the mirror itself could hear her words. She continued to chant, her voice growing stronger and more confi