Miraculous Creators Novels & Stories

HELP! Loud screams are heard echoing through Mount Miragin, in fear, they shout to the author of DEOS- for the Creator to save them, praying aloud while the red liquid called blood dribbles down all from their skin, staining the rocky ground of its warm color. A scenery of chaos and fear is seen all over the devotees’ worship place. Their immunity to pain seems to have been negated and are now useless against these creatures who are once made in the distortion, their dripping blood is a proof of their pain.

Rita "Blackthorn wasn’t built for the weak," Gogo said, stirring a steaming cup of rooibos tea with a long, carved bone spoon. The scent of cinnamon and earth filled the kitchen as Rita leaned in, listening. "Three founders—a witch, a werewolf, and a vampire—came together in a time when our kind had to hide or be hunted. They made a place where magic wasn’t just tolerated. It thrived." Rita traced the rim of her own cup. "So it was always a school?"

αυτό που έχει χτιστεί θα καταστραφεί και η ανθρωπότητα θα τρέμουν στο φόβο όμως μέσα από το σκοτάδι θα ανέβει και τα στοιχεία θα συγκρούονται Ἰάκωβος Ὀλυµπία At the dawn of the third millennium after the great division a child will be born upon which the fate of the world will rest mountains will crumble, seas will roar, fire shall reign down from the heavens as the children wage war what has been built will be destroyed and mankind will tremble in fear yet through the darkness, he will rise and the elements will collide He didn’t understand why he’d been asked to read this. “Um. Okay.”

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.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

Reza sees a large man standing on a knee-height plateau that he assumes to be Zakira. The cart stops near the raised platform. Alicia steps out and looks at Zakira, the man with a pitch-black left eye. "So you're the shitty numskull he was referring to?" she lets out the short man's words. "Zakira, I didn't say anything like that... she's just," pleads the short man but Zakira puts a sword inside his belly. Zakira pulls his sword out from the man's belly and swipes it through the man's throat. Gripping the man's head with its hairs he shows it to all thirteen men standing in the valley.

He’s the storm at our throat. Every whisper pulled the Guild tighter toward breaking. But none of it mattered when the second breach came. The gates of the monastery did not break — they exploded. Varrow’s siege ram, clad in steel and driven by half-blood giants, splintered the doors inward in a shower of splinters. The first rank poured through: hulking creatures, flesh patched with scales, fangs jutting too long for human mouths. They were not beasts. They were men once — stolen bloodlines warped by Varrow’s hand.

Lowering my gaze towards my tiny little bump I hadn't even realized I had, I suddenly feel an ache within my heart that will never be able to self-soothe itself. My baby will never know his or her father, he or she will never know how wonderful he is or how strong and brave he is. Instead, if I'm lucky and I get out of this thing alive, I'll hopefully be able to hide somewhere where the creations will never find us, where other humans will never find us. That's a tall order if ever I thought of one, how can you disappear from humanity when you're living right on their planet. How do you hide away from monsters like the creations when they have made it their sole mission to find you and destr

"Hang on," I said, hand still engulfed in his. "The Creator made the maji who formed the planes." A rumbling song rang from the gathered dragons. "They would have you believe so," Max said. "It was Creator's desire they be responsible for the formation of life. But we, Creator made and set free." Random. My brain sizzled with further connections. "The wild magicks," I said, thinking of the tumbling, happy threads I'd freed from the Brotherhood, the same power that warned me about the sorcerers' takeover of the stronghold.

The moment Emma looked at it— Memories exploded inside her head. Not hers. Ancient memories. Civilizations rising. Worlds collapsing. Entire realities being born and erased. She gasped. The eye blinked. And suddenly the memories stopped. Emma stumbled backward. "What was that?" The Creator's expression hardened. "The reason I ran." Silence. Then: "The reason I created all of this." Emma froze. All of this. ORIGIN. The laboratory. Mercer. The fragmented identities. The resets. The timelines.