Miraculous Episodes Novels & Stories

He wanted me to stop but he looked helpless. I opened my eyes again and sat up with a loud gasp. I was gasping for air. I was all sweaty. I looked around while coughing hard. I was inside my bedroom. I sighed and ran my fingers through my curly hair. I looked up at the door. I screamed loudly as I saw her for the first time in front of me. "Don't worry, Mira. The Angels are coming. They could not save me but they will rescue my beloved baby sister." She said and I jumped off of my bed. I went towards her. I wanted to touch her but as I went closer, she suddenly disappeared. I moved the curtains and looked around. But she was gone.

CHAPTER FOURTY-NINE MIRA My heart pounding, tears of relief streamed down my face as I held my daughter tight. Her face was pale and weary, she seemed peaceful in her sleep. Her lashes ceasted delicate shadows on her cheeks. But I couldn't shake of what just happened. The trauma of earlier hours, when I found out she was unconscious, her body was so cold as if her life had momentarily slipped away. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. These strange spells had been coming on for weeks now, each one lasting a little longer than the last, and each one leaving me in despair. The healer’s magic, a gentle warmth i had once thought could mend any ailment, was beginning to fail. Each time m

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

In that moment, an unexpected situation occurred. Suddenly, a bright light radiated from Emily’s chest. Everyone in the room was taken aback, stunned into silence. Their mouths agape, eyes wide open, unable to believe what they were witnessing. The light was so strong and pure, creating a magical atmosphere that transformed the surroundings. Movement in the room seemed to freeze; time felt suspended. All attention turned to Emily, who stood as the center of the light. Mixed emotions filled the air—fear, hope, and wonder. This unexpected miracle brought a glimmer of hope amid the chaos.

Thunder rumbled in the distance, but all the electricity I felt was between our bodies as he pumped inside me, over and over, pushing me higher until I sat on the edge of the sweetest oblivion. He thrust deep, and I gasped as the spasm took over. My core quivered. My blood rushed like a hot stream of molten lava. I gasped and bolted upright. I wasn't in a field in Italy. I was in my bed. In San Diego. I had just had an erotic dream about my boss.

I didn’t want to delve too deeply into the negative outcomes that were possible, but my heart had been seized with fear on hearing that Everett had been taken. Kneeling at the bottom of the stairs, close to the entrance, was none other than Makila herself. My muscles locked on instinct, and I could feel faint heat rising at the back of my mind, the one that always preceded a panic episode. I took deep breaths, willing my heart and mind to remain focused. That the visions of fire that haunted me were nothibg but memories. They couldn't harm me again. Miraculously, even Conri stilled within me, finding strength in the current reality. I held on to a single anchor, hoping that it would pull me

Her hand curled on her chest as the burning sensation moved to her chest. Alistair felt the sudden shift in magic inside his domain and ran to where Mira's room was. He spotted her leaning against the bed unconscious while her wounded leg already stopped bleeding but not healing. The magic energy inside the domain suddenly focused on Mira's body as if she was a human-size magic magnet.

Something had triggered the maximum security response. "All prisoners to lockdown positions! Do not move! Do not resist!" I stood calmly as additional wards locked into place. Magical suppressors intensified. The cell became a true cage instead of just a holding area. "What's happening?" I called through the intercom. No response. The guards were too busy with whatever crisis had emerged. Then I felt it. Magical backlash. Enormous. Coming from Moonrise Academy. Miranda's working. The one she'd been maintaining to heal the supernatural world. It was destabilizing. Threatening to tear apart reality itself.

One Last Moment Live each moment like it's the last moment in you life - Jim MacLaren ~***~ Reign’s POV Honestly, on my first day here, I instantly gravitated to him even if it was just arguing; it was damn entertaining. I guess it's the attention that I was getting that made it worth my while. It’s like a magnet and its object, no matter how hard you try pulling away, it hauls you back. It was great having someone who you could bond with naturally without any interference, nothing’s more amazing than that.

No heirs but what I allow. Drake's grip tightened, but I pulled him back, the glow still warming my skin. 'No more death.' Suspense lingered in his tense muscles, but he nodded, trusting me. I turned to the warriors, their faces a mix of shame and loyalty. 'Help me end this.' They rose, surrounding Mira, holding her as I placed a hand on her forehead, channeling the eclipse's light. It poured into her, breaking the dark threads of her spells, her body shuddering. She screamed, then went limp, the barren curse lifting like fog, but her eyes held defeat.