Miraculous Creators Novels & Stories

After what seems like minutes, three different kind of eyes was open, one is red eyes with yellow irises full of bestial killing intent, other is dark with moonlike irises full of ice cold detached from any emotional intelligence, and the woman’s eyes are lifeless and blank but full of craziness inderneath while her jaw is twitching with a cracking sounds that is both bony and chilly, and her mouth full of yellow and rotten teeth kept open and closed. Informations kept puring in their mind like the great fload in its intensity and quantity, if they are not the original entities that our protagonist build with the help of this creator's realm that is mixt with his negative energy to strengt

Each human spark caught the flame, turning the entire planet into a shield of jagged, violet electricity. The Founders' obsidian hands began to crack. The gravity-robes started to fray. "You cannot fire the Creators!" the Founders shrieked in unison. "You aren't the Creators," Elara said, stepping forward, her eyes turning a blinding, absolute violet. "You’re just the Accountants. And your contract is Terminated." She slammed her palms against the floor. The Ninth Circle didn't implode. It ejected. The three Founders were caught in a vortex of human will and demonic fire. They weren't killed; they were pushed. They were cast out of the reality they had tried to scrap, sent tumbling back into

And now we faced the judgment of hundreds of cosmic entities who designed realities as experiments. "Theo," I whispered to his memory, to the empty twin bond, to the brother who'd given everything. "We're going to need another miracle. I hope you left us enough strength to create one." The flowers in the memorial garden swayed again, that impossible breeze carrying warmth that felt like a response. We'd have to hope it was enough. Because the Architects were convening, and Prime Existence's fate hung in balance between survival and annihilation..

Peur mocked Mechant laughs "yes I am, and I find them rather interesting, it talks about a revelation, that one day the universe would be blessed by something extraordinary" "You know all that are just myths right" "I feel like its something more than that, I mean listen to this line.une grande créature née du sang royal de deux créatures différentes bénies par la lune marcherait sur la terre et provoquerait la seule chose qui semble impossible à trouver" "And what does that say?" "Oh sorry. It says a great creature born of royal blood from two different creatures blessed by the moon would walk the earth and bring about the one thing that seems impossible to find.peace"

Every surface was showing a view of the same disaster. In the middle of all this Alexander saw the creators themselves. They were not whole. They were broken into pieces. Each piece was as big as a mountain. They were floating in a web of light. Alexander could feel their pain. He could feel how lonely they were.. He could also feel their love. It was a love that had survived even though they had been hurt badly. "They are beautiful, " Kael said. Alexander understood what he meant. Even though the creators were broken they were still amazing. They were still radiating this energy. It was the energy that had made everything in the universe.

The women are laughing their asses off at what just happened. “Right now, I am going to give you the condensed version. Our mother Aphrodite, your moon goddess, was kidnapped by a small group of assholes that wanted to dethrone the gods. They in lesser terms artificially inseminated her, with the use of magic, creating us. Those pieces of shit had somehow obtained DNA from all the gods and mixed them together. Unknown to them, Dimitrios and Michalis, our mothers first two creations, Lycans, found out and between the two of them obtained DNA from every known fucking supernatural in every damn realm and mixed it in with the DNA of the Gods. Many of those supernatural species no longer exist.”

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.

Nebulous clouds swirled, giving birth to stars and galaxies, while ethereal melodies played, capturing the essence of new beginnings. Malachi, taking in the breathtaking expanse, whispered, "It's as if we're witnessing the birth of the universe." Liora, her form reacting to the realm's energies, responded, "Not just one universe. Multiple realities, each taking form, evolving." Isolde, her eyes wide in wonder, remarked, "It's beautiful yet overwhelming. Creation in its rawest form." But amid the mesmerizing tableau, a cacophony emerged. Chaotic energies spiraled, threatening to disrupt the symphony of creation. From the discord emerged creatures of shadow, their forms constantly shifting, re

The creator was thinking. Actually thinking. Not calculating. Not observing. Thinking. Then slowly— the giant eye closed halfway. The crushing pressure across reality weakened. The system warnings decreased. The oceans calmed. The sky stopped breaking. Hope flickered. Small. Fragile. Impossible. Then the creator asked a question. Its voice softer than before. Almost uncertain. "Can something created become more than its creator?" Nobody answered. Not immediately. The giant smiled. The child pulsed. And Mira opened her mouth.

Atasha said making them nod. “Yes, Sha-sha. We knew before and Kent is the only one we trust to take care of you,” her mother said to her. “I’ll take care of it, wife. I made them drink a microchip so that they will not repeat the imitation in front of anyone.” Kent said as Atasha looked at him. “Microchip?” “Yes wife, our organization invented that. We can use that to make sure that you are really that person because they might fool us again later.”