Miraculous Gift Novels & Stories

“She will come bearing a gift. A shard of the soul mirror, tainted with Mirari’s blood. This is the girl you have been looking for.” It wasn’t that I doubted the goddess of wisdom and knowledge. I simply stopped believing that things would ever change. That our problem had any form of solution. I plucked the jagged piece of mirror out of thin air. Over the years, the most basic forms of magic were taking more and more energy. It was an omen; one I wasn’t quite ready to face. Faint pulses of magic clung to the scrap, tied within the dried specks of blood. Disbelief formed crystals of ice in my chest, muffling the flame the mortal had stoked.

Without this mirror, I might not be able to protect myself and the kingdom of Awima if I had no possession of it anymore. The magical mirror was a gift from my late witch grandmother to me, passed down to me. I had used it to do a lot of good and bad with the mirror because I was the key to the unlocking of the mirror magics. Without me, the mirror couldn't react to any kind of spells, so it remained an ordinary mirror. The mirror had the ability to make one travel to any part of the world, eat and fight a lot of enemies, and so on.

It grants him a relief he's never dared to dream of. He still cannot figure out how this miracle has come about. Still, there is one thing, of which he is doubtless: Alcina Clair, contrary to the foolish belief of her House, owns a tremendous and powerful Gift. There's a part of him lingering deep in the recesses of his heart - the role he'd long learned to ignore. And thinks, even if Alcina had no Gift but her strange ability to render Brendan speechless, Brendan would find it astounding. The night, where Alcina had come charging back into the middle of a doomed battle, unarmed and without any foreseeable rescue in sight, Brendan had seen it.

“Because it was because of your gift that they were looking for you, Leah. I assume that your mother was well aware of this and that is why she hid you so zealously. - What is so terrible and necessary for them in this gift? She turned nervously and looked into his eyes. He just shook his head. I won't tell you, because I don't know the whole truth myself. Only in India they can explain everything to us. - But do you know anything? Why… Because I don't know what's true and what's fiction. The very name of the gift “Mirror” explains that even unconsciously you can reflect the energy flows directed at you. When you first arrived in the flock, I tried to influence you with a weak stream, but yo

She explained. “Well, that will do it.” Mikali nodded. “As for what I did. It’s my gift. Some, not all, werewolves have a wolf spirit with a special gift. Mine has a healing touch. Your man here can not only control gasses but can become gas too.” Shikoba furrowed her brow and slowly shook her head. I sighed and elbowed Mikali in the ribs. “Why, thank you, Mikali.” I rolled my eyes. “Now my mate will think I’m a walking fart joke.”

I made my way toward her slowly, my hands unsteady in a way I hadn't expected. "What is happening to me?" I asked quietly, keeping my voice low enough that nobody else in the room would overhear. "I don't know exactly," Maren admitted, setting down her mortar entirely now, giving me her full attention. "But I've watched you heal a child's wound without meaning to. I've watched an entire room settle into peace the moment you walked through it. Whatever gift you carry, Mira, it isn't finished revealing itself yet." "This is different from the healing," I said slowly, working through the realization even as I spoke it aloud. "That felt like warmth. Like something passing from me into someone el

Then I would make my decision. I know that once I got a second chance mate, I wouldn’t be getting another. Not unless the Goddess herself intervened on my behalf, which was doubtful. She had already helped me with the gifts that she had given me. I could never repay the biggest gift of all, by her allowing me to be reborn. I believe the gift she gave me, to be able to read minds, is a close second.

"Viola, I wanted to talk to you about something." His voice was softer this time, almost guilty. "Your sister just started her treatment, and the Miracle Elixir is affecting her emotions. Makes her feel down. To keep her spirits up and to help with her recovery, your parents suggested that she and I go through the Marking Ceremony. "They hope it'll make her feel better."

I quickly opened up my bag. “Here.. Happy birthday once again.” I handed it over to her. “Sol…” A flicker of emotion crosses her face — gratitude, disbelief, and warmth.” “Don’t do that Mira..” Tears of gratitude shimmered in her eyes. “You got it for me Sol..” Her voice broke. She has always wanted that necklace— not that she can’t afford it, but Mira is more of a bond person, and she believes someone that genuinely loves her would get it for her. I knew it would be the perfect gift, and she loves it.

Far down the pass, an explosion ripped through the snow, and the air filled with the scent of scorched flesh. From the smoke, more figures emerged — but these weren’t Bloodforged. They were guild fighters. Harlow was at the front, sabers gleaming. “Step away from him!” Varrow’s smirk didn’t falter. “Ah. The cavalry.” In the chaos that followed, Killian caught a flash of Daryl’s hand — slipping something small and dark into Varrow’s pocket before stepping back. A seed of magic. Timed magic. Killian realised it just as Varrow’s cloak flared, blocking his sight — and when it dropped again, both Varrow and Daryl were gone.