Miraculous Change Novels & Stories

He has something in his hands that I didn't see until now. "I-I'm not sure. I don't think so, why?" He shifts, getting closer to me. "While you were sleeping... Well, your body, or I should say your appearance changed slightly." "What do you mean changed?" I accentuate the last word. "Do not be alarmed." He releases my hand. "It is a natural progression for a Seraph to undergo physical adaptations." He finally reveals what he was holding as he pulls out a mirror and turns it to my face.

I can feel the magic course through my veins, altering my appearance, and reshaping my features into something unfamiliar. One of my feet feels unbelievably heavy. The length of my left arm shortens, ending in a stout. The transformation is startling. "If you remind yourself that it's an illusion, you will not feel any of the changes," Morgana informs me, a smirk forming on her face. I look upon my reflection, seeing a distorted version of myself staring back. The once handsome prince is now marred by scars, a twisted visage that would surely evoke pity and revulsion. "How do I revert?"

Yes, accept it. At some point, you are going to have to accept that there are words like faith, like hope and that there are even those things that they are calling miracles. Yet there are people; some might call them beings that play with the lives of others in their hands. This, my dear Mirabelle will be an evil that will come for us. But my love. I can now honestly say that this evil, you should stay at bay. You might think you are going to tear Mirabelle and me apart, where in fact, you will only bringing us stronger and closer towards each other.

Her skin is peeling off and she is screaming in pure agony. Her screams echo throughout my body, reaching out to my heart and making me bleed. I run forward again, my body colliding with the wall of darkness. Pain courses through my body, but I don’t stop. I continue hitting the wall, again and again and again. Nothing happens and her screaming never ceases. Shifting back to my human form, I place my hand on the wall of darkness and shout her name. “ MIRACLE! ” Slowly, she fades out of my vision and it’s like I can feel her in my bones even if I can’t see her.

a woman murmurs. She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births WERE the Miracle. We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There’s no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.

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,

It was a gorgeous sight. She turned to Seraphine, finding that she had changed into a set of clothes. Mira raised her eyebrow. "You changed the clothes really fast, Sister." Seraphine raised her eyebrow and chuckled. She shook her head. "It's magical clothes. So, as soon as changed back, I will automatically wear this." Mira just smiled at that. She nodded. Looking at her reaction, Seraphine was silent momentarily. "None of your werewolves friends had done this?"

I whispered and almost immediately, my appearance changed. The clothes I wore turned into a red gown. My own "once in a while" sceptre found its way into my hands. My hair became longer and every right thing about me changed to the magical form I switched to. "Woah!" Steve exclaimed as he stared at me with surprise and shock. I turned towards the part of the city that caught fire and stretched my sceptre towards the area. Immediately, the fire died down and smoke was the only thing that remained. I stretched the sceptre towards every corner of the Spears' mansion, thereby invoking and assigning some of my protection powers to the house and everything in it. None of the inhabitants would get

I watched with amazement as the old woman underwent a remarkable change right in front of me. Her skin started to emit a gentle, glowing light, casting a soft brightness all around her. The wrinkles and signs of age on her face seemed to vanish, replaced by a youthful glow. Her once white hair shimmered with new colors, flowing down like a beautiful waterfall, as if reflecting the magic in the room. I blinked in disbelief, unable to look away from the astonishing transformation. The old woman seemed to shine from within, as if she had become one with the magical powers that surrounded us.

With a hand on my face, I try to pinpoint the changes something just feels different. Desperately wishing for a mirror and a change of clothes, I close my eyes and try to focus my mind on calling forth these items with my magic. My palm tingles with the remnants of the bond I once shared with Cal, the scar still raised and angry despite the changes that have occurred to the rest of me. I take a deep breath and concentrate harder, willing something to appear in my hand. Suddenly, I feel a weight drop into my palm, and when I open my eyes, I find a small handheld mirror resting there.