Miracles Games Novels & Stories

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

Carlos’s POV The entire pack house had been turned upside down for Julia’s Luna ceremony. Flowers covered the entrance. Warriors were lined along the walls, and almost every important family in Silver Moon had already arrived. Julia had made sure of that. She wanted everyone here to watch her take Erin’s place. I stood near the front of the room, playing with the cuff of my shirt while pack members talked around me. ‘You still have time to stop this.’ Matt was still mad. He was still so consumed with the bond he shared with Erin’s wolf.

He took out a small wire from his pocket and started tying Miranda’s hand at the back while making her knelt on the ground. “We are going to play a game.” BOOM My face paled when he spoke those words, A Game… A game of death. “This game is called Open and Alive…” He said with a slight hint of excitement in his voice. “The one whose eyes stayed open all the time will stay alive and the one who blinks… would die…” He spoke and I saw Miranda’s eyes widening in acknowledgment. “But… How would that be interesting, huh?” He looked at Miranda to me, “Hmmm…” He tapped his chin as though he was lost in thinking.

The Witch’s Game The River Witch visits Mira again — not in dreams, but in her mirror. She offers a choice: return everything to how it was, or become the new guardian — immortal, feared, and alone. Mira hesitates. She wants neither throne nor death. The Witch smiles: “Then let us play.” They begin a strange contest — riddles, visions, trials in the Drowned Realm. If Mira wins, the river sleeps. If she loses, she stays forever. The Drowned Names Each trial takes a name from Mira — the name of a place, a person, a moment.

He yanked his hand away and tried to turn. I said lazily, with a cold edge, “If you try to run, don’t ever think about walking out this door again.” He hesitated. I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around him. My fingertips traced his chest and felt the muscles tighten, like touching a sword ready to be drawn. “Leon, let’s play a game.” He closed his eyes hard. When he opened them, they were darker and dangerous. “Play what?” I tilted my head and smiled, a vicious light in my eyes.

The moment Mable's eyes fell on Kyle, standing tall, it was as if time itself had stopped. Her smug expression froze on her face. She looked him up and down, her eyes filled with utter disbelief. "Your… Your legs are healed?" Mable blurted out before she could stop herself. Kyle looked down at her coolly, his face devoid of any expression. Mable snapped out of it quickly. As though afraid someone might see through her thoughts, she immediately lifted her chin and spoke with deliberate distance and arrogance.

“One point five million.” A woman in a tailored emerald dress lifted her paddle, calmly but alert. “One point eight.” Another voice followed almost instantly. Then another. “Two million.” “Three.” “Four point two.” The numbers climbed too fast for an object whose history is supposedly almost erased. Within minutes, the price surged past reason. Seven million. I didn’t move. Neither did Vincenzo Romano. The dagger that was meant to be reclaimed quietly for Lola had turned into a competition….because people like to gamble when they think they’ve spotted hidden treasure.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

He was sitting on the bench at the residential clubhouse. John Evans sat on a bench, leg propped, resting, on top of the other. He pulled his hood back and wiped his tan forehead. He was tired of looking around each house with their garages and driveways, spotting Leah's car. John found what looked like a communal area with benches and sat down for a break. He thought he was starting to hallucinate after running too much as Johny spots the vehicle he's been scouting. The red Vitara rolled in front of him; it took him seconds to process, impatiently Leah rolled down the passenger window. Their gazes met.

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth