Miracle Rhymes Novels & Stories

Mara grimaced, but obliged, voice flat to drain it of any rhythm: “Aria bled to buy us peace, The goddess took her, wrath to cease, Her pup returned from stone and chain, And now that pup spits in the rain.” Rin’s lips thinned. “The refrain,” Mara added, “goes: ‘Blessed and bitter, sharp with scorn, she curses how the peace was born.’” “That doesn’t even scan properly,” Rin said because the alternative was cursing loud enough for the scribes three doors down to hear. “Pups don’t care,” Mara said. “They like the rhyme. The older ones like the bite.” “They’re singing it?” Rin asked.

Everything, except for one word that kept resounding in my mind. Bond. *** Moonlight shined down on me. Its warm beams catch the dew that glimmered off the grass and illuminated a path before me. I began to follow the trail of moonlight. My bare feet stepped quietly and with purpose as I made my way up a hill. When I reached the top I looked at the full moon. It was enormous and emitted a warm glow. Something inside me called to it. Closing my eyes in contentment, I stood there under its power and let its magic absorb into my skin. Then the sound of soft tinkling caught my attention.

Scrub yourself clean. For one terrible heartbeat, I wanted it. Not because I believed them, but because being only myself again sounded so… simple. I heard Mirra before I saw her. “If you think the moon only wants one color,” she said dryly, her voice cutting across the manufactured chorus, “you’ve never watched a real night sky.” Her presence slid in beside mine, steady and unimpressed. Ronan’s followed, a solid heat at my back. The elders’ faces blurred. The mirror wavered.

Diana Rose POV - “Mommy, do I look pretty?” Miracle asked. “Of course! You’ve always been beautiful, and now you’re more beautiful.” Suddenly, Miracle laughed, and then she pointed at something behind me. When I looked at what Miracle was teaching, I saw Ronald struggling to fix his necktie. “Wait, baby. I’m going to help your papa.” I approached Ronald while I couldn’t stop laughing. “Let me help you.” Ronald stopped tying his necktie when I touched it, and then he let me fix it.

I know about all this because I asked Mildred. I waited for the fighters to get ready. With Mildred's help, I was able to sneak in without being detected. I secretly entered the circle; I knew that I couldn't be sent back if I did that. I turned to see a fuming Nicholas, a surprised Alpha Leo, an irritated Austin, and a murmuring crowd. Nick was giving me the death stare. I ignored him. "I, Mira Constance, a former slave and now a wolf from the Crescent Pack, wish to partake in this contest. I challenge him," I said, turning immediately to point at a bulky fighter.

Warren pointed at the bloodstains. “This is all from when he was cutting people up. I saw it myself. The moment the head was cut off, blood poured out everywhere.” I found it absurd and questioned him. “With that much blood, someone would notice right away. How was I supposed to escape?” Warren pointed at the mirror in Rebecca’s hand. “So that’s why you used this mirror. It reflects the outside. Whenever someone passes by, you know right away.” I froze. I did not expect him to say something like that. I looked up at him in disbelief.

Hope you understand (: • *** First's playlist: • Mirage (theme song) - Elina • Black and White (second theme song) - Niall Horan • What a time - Julia Michaels ft. Niall Horan • You & me - James TW • Monsters - Katie Sky (the single version) • Paper planes - Elina • Here's your perfect - Jamie Miller • You mean to tell me - Tatiana Manaois • Ours - Taylor Swift (if you want to listen to it, then go to Spotify and type "First on w*****d" you will get it) *** Please keep in mind that this book is the first thing I wrote before I started embarking on journey of being a writer. I have no background or writing experiences or courses done on creative writing so please excuse my newbie mistakes and

It was not a hymn of gratitude, exactly—Carolina’s people never had much patience for thanks—but it echoed with something like relief, the defiant joy of people who had won themselves this moment, even if it was all they’d win. When the song collapsed into laughter, Mira drew close, her bluebells bruised by the heat, petals ragged but glowing fiercely. She pressed Carolina’s hand, thumb brushing the nest of veins where the starter still bloomed. They watched the sunrise dissolve a layer of mist on the far bank; the city itself was gone, erased behind distance and a wake of blue growing with the speed of rumor. “You ever think about going back?” Mira asked, so quiet the question almost wasn’t

She just cradled him gently into her arms and hummed a melody that calmed Angel down. “What are you humming?” Angel asked because the melody was making him at ease while being in Mira’s arms. “I’m Your Angel by Celine Dion and R.Kelly.” Mira answered while making a soothing motion on Angel’s back. “Sing it, please?” he requested in his pleading tone. Mira melted to that tone. “I don’t quite remember the entire lyrics.” She nodded but warned Angel since she was not familiar with the entire lyrics of the song. “Just a few will do.” he understood and Mira agreed on singing a few parts of the song.

Her skin is peeling off and she is screaming in pure agony. Her screams echo throughout my body, reaching out to my heart and making me bleed. I run forward again, my body colliding with the wall of darkness. Pain courses through my body, but I don’t stop. I continue hitting the wall, again and again and again. Nothing happens and her screaming never ceases. Shifting back to my human form, I place my hand on the wall of darkness and shout her name. “ MIRACLE! ” Slowly, she fades out of my vision and it’s like I can feel her in my bones even if I can’t see her.