Miracle Miraculous Novels & Stories

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

Mirabel was a loner and even though she didn't talk to too many people , she really liked Sandy because when she was called a witch my other students and when she was neglected by them, Sandy would always make her feel special. Sandy would walk up to her to tell her "Mirabel you're amazing and these people don't matter, tejir opinions don't" when Sandy died Mirabel learnt teh magic of Zura. Magic if Zura is a magic spell that brings the dead to life in different way. For Mirabel, it made Sandy spirit alive . Sandy wasn't entirely happy that Mirabel did this but she was grateful regardless . Sandy can only allow you see her if she wants to that's why she never showed herself to her siblings b

a woman murmurs. She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births WERE the Miracle. We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There’s no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.

Mother Mary explained to Mirabel, who was staring at the Laki sand. She walked to a round stone table in the middle of the room and pressed her hand into the interior of the table, causing the inner part of the table to go in and shortly reveal a round orb that was emitting a dense blue light. "What is that?" Mirabel asked as she walked forward to stand beside Mother Mary at the table. "It's the Blue Miracle." Mother Mary smiled as she spoke and stared at the blue orb. "The Blue Miracle." Mirabel nodded as she repeated, completely clueless as to what the Blue Miracle was.

“Great. Our curse has become a nosy relative.” --- They experimented cautiously. When Mira smiled into the mirror, nothing happened. When Adrian murmured her name — softly, almost without meaning to — the mirror glowed. > “Okay,” she said, watching. “Apparently it likes you better.” “It’s responding to the strength of emotion,” he said quietly. “Yours or mine.” > “So, you’re saying our relationship has become magical surveillance?” “I’m saying the curse is documenting us.” > “For what? A memoir?”

There is something inexplicable about the miracle Doctor that he can't fathom, perhaps, his grandson will do. Now he can't wait to receive the marriage certificat e and bless the union of his grandson and the miracle Doctor.

The waist-high full-length mirror wobbled for quite a while, capturing the reflection of Candice in its unsteady gaze. The mirror reflected her pale face, a slender neck, and clothes that used to fit well but now appeared loose on her. Candice stared at the seemingly lifeless woman in the mirror, shocked. Her pupils trembled uncontrollably, and she instinctively reached out to touch the reflection in the mirror. Was this really her? Why did she look so terrible? She didn’t feel sick, but she looked awful. Candice stood in front of the mirror for a long time, trying to understand her current appearance and the reasons behind the change.

He was their last hope, and now, he was gone. Beside him, a striking woman in a black jumpsuit gritted her teeth and pulled out a black-and-white card, throwing it to the ground in frustration. "Dad! I told you the Miracle Card is a scam, but you wouldn't listen!" Miracle Card? Felix crouched down and picked up the card without minding the dirt on it. After examining it, he said, "This is indeed a Miracle Card. Who's sick?" The so-called Miracle Card was issued by Gerald. There were only nine in existence, and whoever possessed one could request the miracle doctor's services.

I cry out. Deciding to arrange first, I set off to work. But first, I went to my mp3 player, connected my phone to it and began playing some songs. I dumped the content of the first bag on the bed and began putting them in various places. I danced to the song being played for a while before I got tired of dancing and decided to sing along. *Shake It Off by Taylor Swift* was on. "I'll shake it off, shake it off. I-I-I'll shake it o-" I was interrupted by my phone ringing. 'Really' I sighed. "I hope it isn't a business call" I silently prayed.

Valencia Nightingale Miracle. That was the only phenomenon that could explain why I was still alive right now. There was no part of my body that had been spared from the bruises, from the pain. And God, the pain. It suddenly doesn’t feel like pain when it’s everywhere.