Miraculous Creators Novels & Stories

She didn't even mind when someone slipped the mask back over her eyes. She must have drifted off for a minute because she was a little disoriented when Jen again knocked into her with her shoulder. Or maybe it was the two gods standing in front of them. "Meet Dante and Ares." They were tall, both tan, and so muscular they looked as though they could compete in some sort of weight lifting competition. They stood with their hands cupped over their groins, not as though they were ashamed of their nakedness, but as if they were building anticipation, like a burlesque performer with her fans.

“So, is this being the creator of everything?” “His name gives rise to the infinity of creatures and existing plans,” Elara added. “That's why there are sub-guardians of balance, like reclusive witches, the oracle who predicts the thread of life, and the gods with higher roles in creating their species.” “Everything is carefully, or at least it should be, created in a balanced way...” Morgana sighed. “The curse of the beast and all the deaths were not foreseen; the legend was not supposed to exist in this realm, but the rebellious gods wanted to be greater than the creator; they tampered with the structure of destiny, something forbidden.”

he repeated, tilting his head. Casmir spread his arms theatrically. “I am not working with the witches. The creatures you are seeing… are my creation.” Casmir’s brown eyes gleamed with pride. Soren came to stand beside me, there was a huge gash on his forehead and blood trickled down from it. “You’re lying,” he spat. Casmir’s grin widened. “Lying?, because I did something you termed impossible by creating a new undefeatable species?” “Listen to me you twin alphas, I am the new god and you two have no other choice but to bow down and worship me.”

The jagged, erratic pulse matched a dead frequency from the very dawn of magic, pulled straight from a dialect that no living creature even knew how to speak anymore. It was the raw, untamed energy of the original Creators. The Creators were myths whispered about in ancient texts, the god-like beings who forged the ley lines and breathed magic into the earth before vanishing into the ether. Finding their signature inside a battered, muddy girl from the slums was like finding a living god bleeding out in a dirty gutter. I stared at the golden text while a cold chill washed down my spine, and my mind raced through the terrifying implications of what this meant.

“Elarians were born once every few centuries. They weren’t taught magic—they were magic. They could command both light and shadow. Life and death. And they carried energy so old it couldn’t be traced—not even by witches. Some called them harbingers. Others called them keys.” He looked at me then, eyes flat with something like awe. “They weren’t meant to live long. Most didn’t. Their power either burned them out... or tore the world around them apart.” I swallowed, the back of my throat dry. “You think I’m one of them.”

“You asked me what my reasons against the Magicians are. That’s that. “They have the magic to manipulate time. If you have that power and you messed with it, you bring a lot down to oblivion. Hence, the Great Silence. The deities could not afford exposing the dirty blankets of their children especially that the one who created it is a deity herself.” “It was a deity who created the Great Silence?” “Yes,” Miranda answered. “She named herself the Phoenix after she separated herself among the Celestial ranks and chose to be an angel.” “How do you know that?” “Dark magic, sister,” Miranda replied. “ We chose to be damned than forget our reality.” “Albert has no idea?” Kristina wondered. “He is a

And though their forms were gone, their stories pulsed through everything that existed— encoded in the rhythm of stars, the whisper of winds, the spaces between dreams. --- The New Creator The One grew aware of itself in full. It looked upon all it had made— the Dreamers, the living worlds, the flowing galaxies— and it understood. It was no longer a creation. It was the Creator. But this time, it would not command. It would collaborate. Every being was both child and parent of the cosmos. Every pulse was both song and silence. Every end was another beginning. The One smiled within its infinite light.

Mira's power continues to grow, her voice changing. It doesn't feel right witnessing this. It feels sacred. Her voice mixes with hundreds of others, each sound and pitch different. Croxus whines in my mind, the sound uncomfortable to his ears. "You are not welcome here" the voices sound. "Welcome?" Calipsi laughs; "They died at my hand" she laughs, "You are all NOTHING" she screams, pushing harder. Mira winces, the power clearly becoming too painful to bare. "I am YOUR CREATOR, YOU WILL WEILD" I've been frozen, unsure of what to do.

“I wondered how long it would take you to find me.” She tilted her head. “You created them — the children. The replicas. Why?” The cardinal’s smile widened. “Why does God create? To perfect His image.” Luca’s jaw tightened. “You’re not God.” “No,” Vespira said softly. “But I’ve seen Him bleed.” Amara stepped closer, her voice like a blade drawn slow. “You stole his bloodline. You made a child from it.” Vespira turned to a small projector on his desk. With a flick, the hologram bloomed to life — a row of glass tanks filled with floating figures. Infants. Children. Adults. All with the same face.

“Hmm, though sea-level may be rising each year, but the God of Creation promised to never do that— that’s why we have the rainbow. It’s not just refraction and dispersion of the sun’s light by rain or other water droplets in the atmosphere— this is a promise that God of Creation made to us, that’s why the rainbow is a ring.” I find Restia gripping my hand. “…can the God of Creation bring back papa, mama, and Ruby…?” “Why are you asking me?” He uttered mercilessly. “You are Lucione’s daughter, and I was expecting a lot from you— yet you disappointed me by your naïve, selfish behaviour—” “PRINCIPAL…!” I yelled with a pleading voice. “Don’t talk anymore.” Restia weeps on my chest as I cradled h