Miraculous Images Novels & Stories

Once the magus returns, there will be no hiding the fact that not only is my belly no longer round, but that my nest has a new little inhabitant. “What am I going to do with you, little one?” I sigh, placing a hand on her still-warm shell. She blinks at me. Only the light isn’t the dim glimmer I experienced with her siblings; it’s more of a bright flash that makes me blink as I see a dark afterimage. “You have quite the spark, Miracle,” I say, the name I’ve already given her in my heart, “But my eyes are sensitive. Maybe less glow next time.”

but before she could respond, a hand lifted calmly. Mira. “Professor,” Mira said gently, standing. “May I answer the question?” The professor smiled, pleased. “By all means. Finally, someone who values my lectures.” Scarlet’s fingers curled into fists under the desk. Mira straightened, confidence radiating from her like a slap. “Magical substances like enchanted crystals and refined stones can neutralize the effects of wolfbane when bonded properly to the bloodstream.” The professor clapped once. Then again. “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Well done, Mira.”

Matt let out another broken whimper inside my head, and I grabbed the front of my shirt, ripping it open. Gasps filled the room. I looked down at my arm. Black lines were spreading across my skin. “What the fuck…” They kept moving. Twisting and burning, drawing something into my flesh from the inside. I held my arm, my eyes locked onto it. What the hell was happening to me?

“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.”

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."

Mirra could feel that too. “It’s frantic,” Mirra said quietly. “The illusions are louder. More violent. That means it’s starving.” Ronan’s eyes narrowed. “Starving things bite harder.” Mirra nodded. “Yes. So we don’t let this next bite land in the places it wants. We do what we promised: we don’t treat these images as verdicts. We bring them to the hearth. We check them. We hold them together.” Selene’s voice was hoarse. “It feels endless.”

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

With each incantation and movement, they felt the energy of the earth respond, pulsing in harmony with their intentions. As the ritual reached its zenith, a shimmering veil of light enveloped them, casting them into a realm of visions and revelations. Images danced before their eyes, revealing the secrets of the past and the mysteries of the future. Amidst the swirling tapestry of visions, Emilia's gaze was drawn to a single, radiant image—a luminous orb cradled within her womb, pulsing with the heartbeat of new life. She gasped in awe and wonder, her hand instinctively drifting to her abdomen as she felt the presence of the unborn child within her.

It felt like a miracle, despite the conflicting emotions swirling within me. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted as Charles reentered the office, holding out a document. "Boss, no need to retrieve another document. You tore the photocopy; this is the original," he informed me. Snapping out of my contemplation, I eagerly accepted the document, needing to confirm its authenticity for myself. As I examined it, relief hit me. "Thank goodness," I exclaimed aloud, a smile spreading across my face as I clutched the precious documents in my hand. This unexpected Miracle had presented me with an opportunity I couldn't afford to miss, and I was determined to make the most of it.