Miraculous Cataclysm Novels & Stories

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

Julia cut in, folding her arms over her chest. “White Wolves are not a curse. They bring great fortune to the packs they are born into.” Julia laughed. “Great fortune? Are you fucking serious? Carlos, tell him.” His words were still sinking in. That thing inside her wasn't some strong, powerful White Wolf. It was a curse. ‘No, you don’t want to believe it because then you have to face what you’ve done,’ Matt growled. ‘Shut the fuck up.’ I had done what needed to be done.

Something had triggered the maximum security response. "All prisoners to lockdown positions! Do not move! Do not resist!" I stood calmly as additional wards locked into place. Magical suppressors intensified. The cell became a true cage instead of just a holding area. "What's happening?" I called through the intercom. No response. The guards were too busy with whatever crisis had emerged. Then I felt it. Magical backlash. Enormous. Coming from Moonrise Academy. Miranda's working. The one she'd been maintaining to heal the supernatural world. It was destabilizing. Threatening to tear apart reality itself.

“Then she’s either the reason we survive—or why the world tears apart.” Sanctum Core – The Rescue The walls were crumbling. Elias clutched Serena tightly, shielding her body as chunks of the ceiling crashed around them. He was nearly buried when a wall burst open—and Kael came flying through, claws out, eyes blazing. “Move!” Kael shouted. Mira appeared next, her hands glowing with deflection magic. She created a ward bubble that gave them just enough time to lift Serena and run. But the tremors grew stronger. The altar cracked in half.

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

While a being that can’t be seen, at least in the eyes of the living, the color of his foggy self changes it’s bloody color to gray than black that kept becoming darker and darker, until he wake up from his beauty sleep, he doesn’t feel her soul that he is attached to it, he didn’t panic but surprisingly felt calm, especially when foreign memories rushed in his being, gives him some feed back of what he was doing off his menatoring and controle, although his happy feeling slowly vanish because despite that it is a helpful ability but uncontrollable so he must descover how its work and when its work to avoid misups. While his mind kepts daydreaming for a while, he felt tight and trapped all

"No! Kuma's strength was far below the evil energy emanating from within the valley. Maybe we should ask the historian about the tale of the Valley of Hell!” ===================== The events in the Hell Abyss in this novel usually occur in the real world. Its name is residual energy. Residual Energy is simply negative/evil energy generated from a place that has recorded many bad events (death accidents, massacres, and other bad events). In places that have been the location of a bad incident, residual energy is always stored, in the form of electromagnetic waves that can affect a person's conscious mind and can make a person careless until bad events happen again.

"Remember what they took from us, daughter. Remember why we are here." "I remember everything. Every single detail." "Good. The Rogue King expects results. Do not disappoint me." The crystal went dark, leaving me alone in the silence. I moved to the window and stared out at the pack lands that were once my home. Somewhere out there, Marcus's real killer was sleeping peacefully, thinking their secrets were safe. They were wrong. By the time I was finished, this entire pack would be ash and memory. Starting with their precious Alpha.

Only that he did. Heart thundering, he stalked into his war chamber. Castor found him there, standing over the ancient mirror embedded in the floor—a relic passed down by the Alpha Kings, able to show visions when blood was offered. Darian didn’t hesitate. He sliced his palm open with his claw, letting his blood sizzle against the silver runes. “Show me,” he growled. “Show me the one who is mine.” The mirror rippled like disturbed water. Shadows danced across the surface, then cleared.

I have never had anything like this before soon my plate was empty because I was so impatient to consume it all. After my amazing dinner. I decided to go and get some fresh air. "Dad I'll be outside for a while" I informed my dad and left with a juice in my hand. It was dark but the brightness of the moon shined making the garden even more captivating. I sighed and walked around enjoying the fresh air and the moon but suddenly something hit me. 'The note' I remembered... I remembered how someone had written soulmates aren't found but made... those words came flashing in my eyes making me feel the depths of them. I was still thinking how could a person explain it so clearly.. when I saw her..