Miraculous Books 소설 & 이야기

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.

I saw no reason to add to that stress by demanding that he give me lessons in something that I’d only just accepted as real. Satisfied that Nora was ready, stable, and prepared for my return, he moved next to me. Placing his arms around me and holding me close, he turned us so that we faced the mirror. “On the other side of this mirror is time in its real form. Through this portal, we can go anywhere in history; future or past.” I sucked in air with nervous anticipation as he said in a deep and authoritative voice, “Servus, take us to November third in the year eighteen-hundred and thirty-nine.”

Miracle “Are you sure about that?” I jumped at the sweet voice that filled my ears and I turned to see who was intruding on my peace with Mia. In front of me stood a beautiful woman. I have seen no one as beautiful as her. She was a tall woman with a milky white skin. Her platinum blonde hair flew around her as she looked at me with a sweet, gentle smile on her face that enhanced her unique violet coloured eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about your mate?” The sound of her voice broke my trance, and I blinked my eyes, trying to focus. If I was really in heaven, then she must be an angel.

Everyone's eyes widened. "Are you sure about this?" I asked. "Yeah, he visited me." Okay, so this is the short intro to what y'all should be expecting in the second part of MAGICAL. You won't be disappointed. Continue to support the book. I love y'all 🤗💖. I'm sorry I had to make a separate author's note for this one. Chapter 31 is coming up shortly. Thanks💖💖 NB: Please note that the rest of the chapters aren't really available cause I'm still working on them. Nevertheless, I'll try to continue with the daily updates.

Even I’m surprised by my own insane courage, but I move toward the source of the crash. Stepping past a few shelves, I see a large, heavy book lying on the floor. My eyes are afraid—but my hands reach for it on their own. “A Magical Treatise on Curses and Other Influences on Subjects.” “I’ll be damned,” slips from my lips when I read the title. “I mean… thanks!” I glance around into the emptiness, but there’s no response—which is probably for the best, because otherwise I’d have definitely scared myself half to death.

Gemma knelt down and struggled for a few minutes to pry up the old floorboard. Sure enough, under a layer of grey dust lay a cracked mirror and an old leather-bound book. “Oh, wow. I see what you mean by it looking creepy. That book reminds me of the book from the movie Evil Dead, but smaller. You think it’s a diary or a grimoire?” “A what?” “A grimoire. A witch’s spellbook. Like a cookbook for spells and potions.” “I don’t know.” Gemma handed the book up to Becky and set the mirror on the bed carefully. “Mind the mirror, it’s broken in the corner.”

“So, is that why you’re here? For the young blind wolf?” “If I were to ask how you know all of this, you wouldn’t tell me, would you?” I growled through clenched teeth. “You know I speak with the wind.” She took a sip of her drink before pausing. “So, tell me, how can I assist you?” “I need your magical books, specifically those that detail the history of the Mirror Witches—those blessed directly by the ancestors and gods,” I said, leaning forward to study her. “You know the ones I’m referring to.”

It served as a bridge between worlds, offering guidance, mentorship, and resources to those navigating their own paths of self-discovery. In the cosmic tapestry, Luna's memoir transformed into an ethereal tome, known as the "Book of Radiant Truth." Its pages contained the sacred wisdom of countless authentic beings from across the multiverse, capturing the essence of Luna's story and the collective experiences of those who had embraced their authentic selves.

Eleanor’s POV My heart skipped a beat as I spotted a book bound in black leather. Gold letters on the cover proudly declared its title: "Mastery of Magic." A shiver ran down my spine as I opened it, scanning its pages for any guidance on the powers that had both blessed and troubled me. There, written in simple and clear words, was a guide on how to control the very magic that now felt like a wild force within me. A surge of hope filled my heart. This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past.

She handed me a shot, and I instantly took it. "That bad, huh?" She poured me another. "Something like that," I said, scanning the room, looking for why I came here. "I see you’re still playing around with those bracelets," Mirja noticed them on my arm. "That cheap magic won’t get you far." "It’s fast work, and it gets the job done. If only someone would let me borrow her book-" "I told you. That book is evil. Nothing but trouble in the wrong hands," Mirja said.