Miraculous Ephemeral Novels & Stories

“You did it. You sent him to the moon. I saw him there... just now. I had a vision.” Of course she did. Mirabelle had always kept her sight. The Moon favored her that way—blessed her, even though she chose a mate. Most oracles lost their gift when they bonded. But not Mirabelle. If anything, she was having more visions than ever. I looked toward the bed and saw Percival—clothed now, breathing steady. My brows furrowed. “Is he…?” “He’s fine,” Mirabelle said, settling beside me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. Her voice was gentle, full of awe. “He’s getting closure right now. That’s part of your new gift. You’re incredible, Edeline.”

"It was just there. At the gate. No one saw anything." I sat down heavily on the stone table. My legs felt weak. "Elio planned for this. He knew the severing might happen. He left something behind. A backup. A failsafe." "Can we track it?" Tarn asked. "Can we find where it came from?" Mira shook her head. "The message is magical, not physical. The blood is old, dried, not fresh. The mirror itself is just a vessel. The message could have been placed there months ago and activated when it reached us."

Rhydian's shoulder trembled from the impact. "He keeps getting stronger," Rhydian muttered. Seraphine looked toward the Creator. "There must be another way." "There is." The Creator slowly raised one hand. A single beam of white light descended from the heavens. It landed between Kael and Lucien. The light slowly formed into a mirror. It was old. Its silver frame was cracked. Its surface shimmered like water. Lucien froze. His expression changed instantly. "No." The Creator spoke softly. "Look."

The Evanescence". I coincidentally learned the enchantment for it once, when I had a chance encounter at an ancient domain. It focuses on robbing the light over a particular thing causing it to look as if it disappeared. But in reality, it only makes it invisible."

POV: Lila (primary), Kehra (bone-soft cadence), Maximus (orbiting stillness), Elora (memory’s new tone), Thread (beyond grip) Lila The mirror wall blurred this morning. No fog. No fracture. No sign. Just a ripple across its surface as if the air itself had offered a soft “yes.” I stood before it for what might’ve been hours. I didn’t speak. Didn’t move closer. There was no question left in me.

I said coldly, turning away from him, my eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. We can stay for a bit, but I will make up an excuse so we can leave early and— "Woah. What is a goddess like her doing in this world?" Landon exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts. I followed his line of vision and my blood ran cold when I saw that it was Miracle he was talking about damn it to hell if he wasn't telling the truth. Miracle looked like a goddess who left her throne to hang out with peasants like us. She looked unreal and fūck, not only my blood ran cold, but it went straight to my cōck as well that I had to think of disgusting thoughts in order to not sport a raging hard on. The woman I called

she announced. The room stirred. “You can’t,” Mira said. “That place is a graveyard.” “Exactly,” Ivy said. “And it holds the only thing powerful enough to cleanse a split soul—The Mirror of Aether.” Seraphine narrowed her eyes. “That mirror hasn’t been seen in centuries.” “It was last tracked to the Vale,” Ivy insisted. “And I don’t have a choice.” Aiden stepped forward. “Then I’m going with you.” “I need someone here to keep the temple secure,” she said. “If something happens to me—”

"They're like us just from the other side of the mirror." The otherworldly figures bowed again, one of them pressing a crystal of impossible beauty into Seraphina's palm before they stepped backward through the rift. Reality sealed itself with a sound like distant thunder, leaving only the faint scent of ozone and the crystal that sparkled in my daughter's hand like captured starlight. I could barely draw breath, my mind struggling to process what I had witnessed. "What in all the realms just happened?" Marcus demanded, appearing beside me with his hand already on his weapon, his soldier's instincts recognizing a threat even when it took incomprehensible forms.

Amidst these visions, a singular image burned brightly a radiant, ever-changing form that seemed to defy the boundaries of reality. Elysia's heart quickened as she gazed upon this enigmatic figure. It was as if the essence of the elements themselves converged within it a swirling symphony of earth, water, air, and fire. And then, like a whisper carried by the winds, a name brushed against her consciousness: Metamorphosa.

“This grass is rich in vitality. Its fragrance, though imperceptible to our senses, carries its essence.” “The mountain lotus is also of the same class of medicine… it is the epitome of life force… also known as the miracle flower, powerful enough to resurrect a person from the dead if used by the right person…” He waved his hand dismissively, “that might be a myth from the East kingdom, but what I said earlier… about it being the epitome of vitality is the truth.” “These crystals, they draw positive energy from surroundings into the circle… together with these beads, they will direct it towards the young lady.”