Miraculous Creators Novels & Stories

--- Later, after the figure faded back into mist, Mira sat with her head in her hands. > “It’s not just copying us anymore, Adrian. It’s becoming.” > “You mean it’s alive.” > “Alive enough to get lonely.” She looked up at him, voice shaking. “It wants love but doesn’t understand boundaries. It’s like… a child who can break reality.” > “Then we teach it,” Adrian said. “Before it teaches us what love means.” She gave a hollow laugh. “You’re volunteering to parent a magic curse?” > “We created it together. We’re responsible.”

“Not exactly. But you are connected.” Clara folds her arms. “Connected how? Like spiritual? Magical? Genetic? Because if something bred with my energy, I’d really like to know how.” I keep my face neutral. “Not bred. Mirrors.” She blinks. “Mirrors?” “Yes.” I step closer to her, lowering my voice. “The goddess tore her storm half away from the Core when she split. That storm didn’t just disappear. It echo-formed. It created offshoots. Creatures. Entities. Things shaped from her chaos.”

I let his words seep in. Something struck my mind. “We can’t let anything happen to mate, Viv. This whole pack would be destroyed.” Miracle warned. She was anxious. Shit. Shit. Oh, shit. “How do you know so much?” I asked Baspo. “My mother,” he said. “The goddess created this place. Back then, The Blessed Moon Pack and The Miracle Moon Pack were the only two almighty packs in the werewolf kingdom. But after the end of Miracle Moon Pack, the whole energy of this place was transferred to The Blessed Moon pack.” Baspo sighed.

“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

Even the royal family can not control their Primordial Chaos magic as they need the blessing of Chaos, which they can only get from their ancestor, Samael. Creation Manipulation: the action or process of bringing something into existence, Creation magic is a form of magic that allows the users to shape various objects like weapons, armour, etc, Goddess of war Marcella possess this kind of magic, she can anything into a reality but there is a limit, magic comes with a price. -

A young man raised his hand and asked, "If he's the one who reset our world, is he also the one who released those monsters?" Adrian answered, "Those monsters appeared once thousands of years ago, but the Creator recalled them after the truce. There are no records of them because everyone's memories were erased—all but Wonder’s. So, to keep the Creator in the dark, Wonder built Mount Gremont and recorded everything." "Can we even kill the Creator when our ancestors have failed? To begin, where is he now?" the young man asked. Adrian pointed to the sky. "He’s that huge shadow covering the Sun. He has countless eyes watching over us. Our family and friends can be revived once we've killed him.

He paused and shot a shrewd look in their direction, “You need more time don't you?” “The mission has a complication,” Aurelia said in a weak tone. The cracked lips of Gael curved upward, “Do tell.” Over the next few minutes, Aurelia and Zinjo explained the situation and the divine creature. “I've heard of the creature, the people of the golden sands call them Al' Miraj. They are divine creatures, but vicious, unforgiving, and exceptional with magic. I wish you all the luck in the world, just remember there are gentler divine beings in the world, or so I've heard.”

He insisted. “No mortal is older than the kingdom of kings, nor the creators. She is just a mortal my prince. If her origin comes from the genesis of the universe, even before the creators were created, then who created her? As far as we can tell prince Zula’an, has already been told. Permit the creators to go back to sleep” And so, he did. They returned back to their spirit rest, leaving their body as statues. “There is only one person resistant to the power of the creators and that is Dah'ila. But she is no more. Even if she is, the creators would have traced her origin back to the heavens. This is unprecedented!" He pondered aimlessly.

I feel a little hesitant to tell my story, but I know that it was necessary, so I take a deep breath and release an audible sigh before I begin. It happened two centuries ago, but memories were still fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday. Flashback two centuries ago... Have you heard about the creators? They are the highest beings, the God of all gods, and the most powerful vital force ever existed. They are also known as the Light and Darkness we cannot see, but we know it was there. They are the exact opposite and are said to be rivals, but one cannot exist without the other. Some say that they are just myths, created by religious groups that wanted to believe in something to give t

Miraculous. "I did not know this was possible," River whispered, holding Spring carefully. "Did not know we could create. Could produce. Could bring new beings into existence. I thought only nothing could become something through choosing. Through deciding. Through transforming. But Spring was not nothing. Spring was always something. Spring was created. Spring was born. Spring was brought into existence through love. Through us. Through our choice to create together. This is miracle. This is impossible. This is perfect." Hope held Spring gently. Marveled at her. Wondered at her.