Miraculous Creators Novels & Stories

Xyla said. “If we are not curse, then why does everyone call us abomination?” “Because they are afraid of something that they don’t understand. The moon goddess created us in her own vision. We need to embrace it head on” “Do you think we will ever be accepted, Xyla?” “ Yes, I believe that someday people will appreciate us. We just have to believe in the moon goddess, and her will. We have to be strong, Mileena, for the sake of our lives. "

The scroll in Austin's hands had moved, the ink rearranging itself into new words that had not been there moments before. 'The current cycle shows unprecedented instability. The revenant designated Lumira Duskbane demonstrates resistance to erasure. Recommend immediate termination of narrative thread. Signed, the Creator God.' The parchment crumbled in Austin's fingers, turning to dust that joined the bone fragment ash already coating my skin. "The Creator God knows where we are," I said. Riven's sword cleared its sheath with a sound like a held breath being released. "Then we move."

The boy was shivering, his electric sapphire eyes fading back into the stormy sea of his father’s eyes. "Mama?" he whispered, his small hand reaching for her face. "I’ve got you, baby," Lyra breathed, her tears hitting his cold cheek. But as she prepared to fly down from the spire, a sudden, sharp vibration shook the entire world. The crimson vortex above didn't close. It opened. A massive, shadowy figure—larger than any mountain, with a thousand eyes that reflected the dead stars—began to rise from the center of the vortex. It was the Creator.

"I will prepare the official report and a full regimen for the Queen. But for now, I suggest quiet rest. No strenuous activity." He bowed himself out, leaving us alone in the sunlit study. Deacon finally looked up at me, his eyes shining with unshed tears. The intensity of his happiness was breathtaking. "This is the real victory, Elena," he choked out, standing up and pulling me into a fierce, tender embrace. "Glenda wanted to destroy our future. She wanted to hurt Rafael. But we survived, and now, we create." I held him tight, feeling a profound sense of closure I hadn't even achieved in the dungeon. Glenda had attempted to assassinate the next generation of our family, but the Moon Goddes

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.

He liked the name 'Moriah', so he decided to wipe his real name off for ever. "You will not win against me, Hadassah," he shook his head. "I have risen again, you are nothing compared to my power. My existence was prophesied and also," he waved his hand at the dead bodies and blood. "These lives were also prophesied, they were meant to be dead," he grimaced like a beast. "There is nothing which can stop me, because I AM THE LORD OF LIFE! I am immortal and I CAN NOT BE KILLED!"

“Then why are they trying to take it from me?” “Because your experiment worked.” “What?” “You created something the four creators couldn't.” The reflection pointed toward the darkness. “People who could choose.” Elara stared. “They want that power.” “Yes.” “And the fifth world?” “Isn't a world.” Elara frowned. “Then what is it?” The reflection smiled. “It's freedom.” A loud crack echoed through the darkness. The mirror shattered. Elara turned. The four creators appeared. The Creator of Flame stepped forward. “Enough.”

“Why?” The stranger looked at him. “Because you were afraid.” Kael's expression changed. “Who?” “Not you.” The stranger pointed toward Auren. “He was afraid.” Auren stared. “Of what?” The stranger whispered: “Of becoming God.” The entire universe went silent. The First Creator suddenly appeared. His voice trembled. “Stop.” Everyone turned. The Creator looked at Auren. “You must not remember.” Auren frowned. “Why?” “Because the moment you do…”

Elena touched her shoulder. “Then Mira, it is.” For the first time, the little girl smiled. A real smile. But it disappeared quickly. “I remember something.” Elena's expression became serious. “What?” Mira looked toward the sealed passage. “The First Ones aren't the only ones coming.” Adrian frowned. “Who else?” Mira looked at Elena. “The person who helped create me.” Elena's stomach tightened. “Who?” Mira whispered: “Your grandmother.” Elena froze.

Lex said. “Hmm. Well we don't have a mirror that big right now but I can find one. It might take me a few days though.” Aeden said. “That's ok, another thing is that our Histories say that 'we' Kar and myself are Descendant from the Creators of my world. So, I was wondering if you and Dean are also Descendant from them as well.” Lex explained. “Um, maybe, I mean it's possible. Do you know what the 'Creators' names are? Both first and last and the Date of when your people were created?” Aeden asked.