Miraculous Ephemeral Novels & Stories

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.

Walking towards the mirror to see my reflection. The war was not that boring, I had fun. I walk into the bathing chamber to see the bath tub is filled with water, red rose petals are put into them and the golden flower vases around are stuffed with blood red roses. A smile formed on my lips at the beautiful sight. Its been years I have seen flowers in hell. This brings a lot of my childhood memories, which I hardly remember these days. I Take off my robe and step into the bath tub sitting in a comfortable position by resting my back. A relaxing groan slips out of my lips. The warm water and the petal which are releasing their essential oils into the water bringing a pleasant smell making me

I glanced up and caught his reflection in the window. And everything disappeared. The world that had buzzed below, the beautiful scene, the excitement I had to see my friend, his sister, all of it evaporated and all that existed in its place was a pale, hollow shell of myself. I looked at him directly. Our gazes smashed together, and my legs nearly fell out from under me. "Noah," I rasped. It was a miracle that I managed to find enough voice to say that much. And there was so much more that had to be said. So much more that I hadn't prepared for. Which was ridiculous since the last time I'd talked to him was when he came for my grandfather's funeral and it didn't feel this way.

In the end, golden words suddenly appeared in front of her: "Save the country and live freely!" Tea woke up with a start and realised that a task was given to her. If her dream was correct, she could never let Si Feiping enter the palace! In fact, she could never let her contact other princes or the whole country would be finished. One thing she remembered was that Si Feiping seemed to be surrounded by golden and purple light. This light wasn't there at the beginning but the moment she became emperor, it appeared at the top of her head. And the more people she came into contact with, the brighter the golden purple light shone around her. Inexplicably, she knew that this light was 'merit' but

Zero? Yukira smiled despite her, losing. She congratulate Elana and went to where we are after receiving her certificate. “Sorry to disappoint y’all,” she smiled a little. We all shook our heads. “We’re not disappointed! We’re proud of you!” Teagan exclaimed. “Yeah, you’re still a winner for us,” Unira smiled. “Yeah, it’s just that... It’s kinda fishy,” Scarlet said that made us look at her. I thought I’m the only one who noticed.

She had never felt that touch before, but it lingered, haunting. The forest shuddered again, leaves rattling in the sudden wind. Mirra’s hair whipped across her face, strands clinging to her lips. She closed her eyes, reaching inward, trying to grasp what had brushed her. But it was gone—faded like moonlight slipping behind clouds. Still, the echo remained. It was not of root, nor bark, nor blood. It was something other. Something…celestial. Mirra opened her eyes slowly. Her forest was no longer enough.

It was alive. The air shimmered with ripples of moonlight, though the sun hung high above a canopy of ancient silverleaf trees. Petals drifted in slow spirals through the air, pale as frost. The river murmured in the distance, the sound threaded with faint music with no instrument, just magic humming through water and stone. And she stood in front of me. My mirror. My twin. My impossible reflection. The First Moon Maiden. “Elara,” she said again, the way someone speaks a word they used to own. “You’ve taken long enough.”

Its face shifts—human, monstrous, luminous, void. I can’t look at it directly for long. My mind slides away, refusing the impossible. The final pieces are sliding into place. Eternal appears beside me without crossing the distance between us. She flickers, existing in moments we haven’t reached yet, bracing against time’s collapse. She raises her hands, and the air around the forming body freezes in fractured stillness. “When it completes,” she says, voice layered with echoes of seconds that haven’t happened yet, “they merge. The Primordial wakes.”

--- On the fifth day, Elira entered the tent alone. Her glow dimmed to match the mood inside. “I’ve seen it before,” she said. “In the library of the Lost Moon. One of the scrolls showed a curse like this—left behind by a creature that lived between reflections.” Kael straightened. “A mirror-being?” “No,” Elira said softly. “A mirror-born. A creature that exists because something shattered.” Theron stepped in, voice hollow. “There’s only one person who ever escaped one.” They all turned to him.

“It’s… it’s the Mark of Elethrin.” I stared at her, confused. “What does that mean?” Mira looked at me with something between fear and amazement. “It means… the Moon Goddess has chosen you. You’ve been blessed… with the power of life.” My heart stopped. “What?” She nodded slowly, her hands trembling as she reached for mine. “This mark—it’s rare. Almost unheard of. The power of life… it only manifests in those the Goddess sees as vessels of deep empathy, sacrifice, and love. It’s said to be a sacred gift.”