Miracles Encanto Novels & Stories

As soon as everyone else settled with their works, Lexi closed her eyes. “Whatever you see in the mirror, do not respond to it. It might be the reflection of your loved ones but trust me, they have no business entering the world of the living,” Lexi said, looking at the faces one by one in the room. “It could be Mira’s reflection.” Everyone nodded. Lexi pressed her palm against the mirror and began to enchant an ancient language that only blood sorceress understood. Wind was bellowing strongly into the room. Thunders and lightning exploded in the sky. Suddenly, the mirror was engulfed in black flame.

She has stopped walking and is now standing before a mirror, holding up her hand as if meaning I should stand before it. Gulping, I step forward, confused when I notice the mirror isn't showing my reflection. Where did my grandmother find this thing? The magical mirror is more extensive than any other mirror I've seen before. It reminds me of the screen at the theater—the mirror is almost as wide as the entire room, allowing everyone to look at it with curious eyes. My grandmother clears her throat. "Raven, since you are new here, allow me to explain what you are doing here." I smile at my grandmother. She probably doesn't want me to speak, but at least I can show that I'm paying attention.

He pulled himself together, and it’s like awakening from a shallow nap. “The pigeon is right, the mirrors here are nothing ordinary,” Cara said. “The thing is evil. It could control your mind.” “And look what happened to the others.” She points to the rest of them. They are still enchanted by what they are seeing in the mirror. “Cara, don’t come close to it. The thing is dangerous,” Van warned when Cara approach the trick mirror that shows his idealized self. Will the mirror shows what Cara wants to become? Yet the mirror only shows Cara’s blurred reflection before going blank.

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

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.

He draped his arm around her shoulders. She repeated her dream in as much detail as she could recall, telling him about the Miracles and their powers, about the monsters who inhabited her version of post-apocalyptic California, and about the message from the mermaids telling the Miracles they needed to go to Alcatraz to stop some kind of impending disaster.

“And they could hiss, too. Most of them had none of Mathias’s beautiful and delicate features. They looked like, well, aliens. The pupils of their eyes were pink and shining out of their pallid, gray faces. They had elongated, bald heads and white eyelashes, while the rest of their bodies was emaciated and completely hairless. They showed no consciousness of nakedness because they had no sexual organs. The only thing that differentiated a female encanto from a male one was the presence of breasts. “I remembered thinking confidently to myself that I could understand why Mathias was desperate to marry out of his race. I saw the competition and they were no threat. I chided myself for entertain

The enchanted forest, the silent witness to the ebb and flow of magical currents, stood resilient in the face of evolving enchantment. As the family retreated to their home, the elders continued their discussions. The tale of Mira's telepathic gift rippled through the enchanted realms, marking a new chapter in the legacy of Nampa. The intricate dance between familial bonds and magical destiny continued, guided by the whispers of ancient spirits and the evolving enchantment that connected the hearts and minds of Luna's lineage.

The speed was considerably fast as it didn't take long for Maria to glance out the window and see them entering a large forest that was bright with color, flowers budding all around. The deeper they went, Maria saw that the forest was filled with different types of trees, which came in all types of sizes. The colorful leaves of the branches allowed for just the right amount of light to shine down on the flat, fertile grounds below. Smiling at her curious gaze, Micheal couldn't help but open his mouth and say, "This forest is called the Enchanted Forest, home to plant-beasts and tree spirits. One can only gain access to Diamond Academy by entering the Enchanted Forest. Soon we will reach the

The rabbit, the woman, the new depths of the forest were now forgotten temporarily. It was as if someone left a huge mirror in the middle of nowhere. It gave off a magnificent warmth, as if alluring the young prince. He moved towards it slowly, never taking his eyes off it. It was like steel cables latched unto him and reeled him in. It was a circular magical thing, it changed colors every few seconds while it spun in place. The lights mesmerized the young Ecanus, as if a kid discovering something new in his own bedroom. It was embedded on a wall, a wall that has aged beautifully. Another wave of magic erupted from the portal and Colter felt his heart race faster. He mindlessly reached out t