Miracles From The Vault Book Novels & Stories

I breathe, my voice trembling. Lucian and Darian come to my side as I take the book, my hands shaking. Velora. The legendary potioner whose work I studied, whose brilliance I always admired. I open the cover and flip through the pages, my breath hitching with every line of spidery script and every carefully drawn diagram. Recipes. Notes. Antidotes for dark magic. And for the first time in what feels like forever, a spark of hope flares to life in my chest. We can still save her.

Myra had a thing for seeing the future and she knew then that it wasn’t just Myra being hopeful, but one of her visions, she tried to hide her smile because she knew that Myra hadn’t told Will yet, and very, very few members of the pack knew that she was a seer and healer. Myra had gotten both of her extra ‘gifts’ from her mother, who died alongside Jordyn’s parents in the rogue attack. Myra’s father died just under three years after from unknown causes, even though both Myra and Jordyn knew it was from a broken heart. Myra was just months away from her eighteenth birthday when her father died so she was left to live on her own. Myra had shared her secret with Jordyn when Jordyn was just six

“I’m a book keeper, and I write journals. I come around here to get weekly updates for what I post on the papers. And well, to check the vault.” It took everything in me for me not to flinch. No one was supposed to know about the vault but us. If Mira also knew about the vault, then something is not adding up. I resisted the urge to fold my hands into knuckles. “And you expect us to believe that?” Elora added sharply. “Believe what you want to believe,” Mira's gaze on Elora was too strong. “But it is what it is.” “We should be dragging you back to the alpha house with us,” Xavier added. “But our alpha must want to give you the benefit of the doubt.”

Seraphina tore the veil open with a sweep of her hand, revealing a pathway made of solid, iridescent fog that led into a cavernous void filled with floating ruins. As their boots touched the ethereal floor of the Vault, the air grew thick with illusions. Voices drifted from the mist—whispers of old pack members, the screams of the wars they had survived, and the mocking laughter of Kaelen. "Ignore the noise, Leo," Luna warned, her staff pulsing with emerald light to keep the shadows at bay. "The vault is testing our resolve. It feeds on memory." "I’m not looking at the shadows," Leo muttered, his eyes fixed on a massive, glowing dais at the center of the ruins.

CAIN POV She knows now. But how? She remembered something? It doesn’t seem like she remembered. It seems like someone told her. Now, I can understand why she wanted that book back so desperately. Miranda is the one who helped her. That book must be the ancient tales book so she can read the old story. But, Miracle is still stupid. She thinks history is true. I can see it in her eyes. She thinks it’s all true without any hint of lie. But what is history, but a truth with hint of lies.

"It's blank." Everest took the book, his expression puzzled. "Really? That's strange." I reached out, gently taking the book from Everest's hands. As I opened it, the pages sprang to life, filled with an intricate tapestry of spells, potions, and ancient magical knowledge. "What the..." Brent's eyes widened in surprise. "It's not blank," I murmured, awe coloring my tone. "It's full of information." Miranda leaned in, her fingers tracing the elegant script. "This is incredible. Old world magic, the likes of which I've never seen."

Armand had perfected the art of blending in, earning the trust of both staff and students. One evening, while the school was asleep, Armand slipped into the library and retrieved an ancient scroll. The scroll detailed a forbidden ritual that could harness the power of the Veil. With a smirk, he whispered to himself, “Soon, "The Sanctum of Mirrorswill fall.” --- The Cryptic Veil The entrance to the Cryptic Veil was hidden beneath the old chapel. Guided by their spells and Anna’s visions, the group descended into the cavern. The air grew colder with every step, and the walls glistened with an otherworldly light.

She went back down the secret room tracing her steps back to what she tripped on on her first arrival. When she raised the lid, she realized her guess was right. It was indeed a metal vault embedded on the floor. Curiosity outweighed fear, and she’d pressed her thumb against the scanner. Click. Inside was a small leather-bound book wrapped tightly in a black cloth. She had unwrapped it. Inside was a hardcover book with a title clearly ascribed to the front in gold ink; The Book of Life and Death. Her breath caught, “What the hell?” She muttered underneath her breath.

The pulse traveled outward—through the sky, through trembling branches, through the damp earth—and into a cavern older than the first whispered name for “god.” In the cavern, surrounded by fossils of forgotten creatures and the glitter of minerals no mortal language could name, a woman made of moonlight opened her eyes. A forgotten god. Mayari exhaled. Her breath frosted the air. Water froze. Shadow straightened. Her silver hair floated behind her as if suspended in the night sky itself. Skin like a polished pearl glowed faintly in the darkness. Her eyes were eclipses—deep, devouring, luminous. Something has woken her from her slumber. Not magic. A choice.