Miraculous Images Novels & Stories

Mirabella said softly, determination creeping into her tone, “if the prophecy is true. If my granddaughter will be the one to fulfill it.” The figure raised a delicate hand, gesturing slowly as if weaving through unseen strands of fate. Mirabella stepped forward, her heart pounding, and together they pressed their palms to the surface of the mirror that bridged their realities—this very mirror, now pulsating with dormant runes, holding secrets that could shatter worlds. As their hands connected, a jolt of energy flared between them, electric and alive. The mirror ignited with brilliance. And from its depths emerged a vision: a girl—dark curls falling wildly around her face—stood in a grove e

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

It crashed over me like a tide of liquid silver, and my vision blurred, everything taking on a golden cast that made the world look like it was burning. For one impossible heartbeat, I could see everything with supernatural clarity. The grain of the wood in the table, the individual threads in Mira's worn apron, the way dust motes danced in the firelight like tiny sprites. But more than that—I could see the energy that flowed between all living things, the invisible connections that bound the world together. And I could see the way Mira's aura flickered with surprise, then awe, then something that looked dangerously close to recognition. Mira's breath caught in her throat, sharp and sudden.

Only the central altar remained, cracked but unbroken, standing at the heart of a spiral marked in dark stone. Aria approached, the Moonstone fragment glowing brighter now. As she stepped into the center of the spiral, the world shifted again. A hum rose from the earth. And in the air above the altar, a shimmer began to form. It coalesced into a shape—glass-like, floating. A mirror. The mirror. Fractured, just like in her visions. Each shard flickered with light and images—different versions of herself. A girl laughing beside her parents. A warrior drenched in blood. A queen with a crown made of thorns. A mother. A murderer. A martyr.

The mirror returned. But this time, the reflection showed the silver ocean. Then the image moved beneath the water. Deeper. Deeper. Until the ocean became completely black. A shape appeared. At first, it looked like a person. Then a building. Then a giant eye. Then something Liana couldn't identify. The First Light stepped backward. "Close it." Liana looked at it. "Why?" "Because it has noticed us." The image stopped moving. A voice came through the mirror. Not the Witness.