Miraculous Images の小説・ストーリー

She wanted to cause him the same amount of pain as he had caused her when he killed her leader so she began to walk over to Micah and Kurt while the other Ginx still hovered over Joe and Lydia. "Micah, she's coming for us. What do we do? What do we do, man?" Kurt asked in a panic as she got closer. "Hold my machete," Micah replied and handed the weapon to Kurt. He took out the codex and flipped through the pages until he stopped at one of them. Micah raised his hands and began to read the contents of the magical book. "Sicut fumus dies ventorum. Sicut sonitus post factum est. mitto te, et impero tibi, ne redeat nam in cantu tacet."

Miracle “Are you sure about that?” I jumped at the sweet voice that filled my ears and I turned to see who was intruding on my peace with Mia. In front of me stood a beautiful woman. I have seen no one as beautiful as her. She was a tall woman with a milky white skin. Her platinum blonde hair flew around her as she looked at me with a sweet, gentle smile on her face that enhanced her unique violet coloured eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about your mate?” The sound of her voice broke my trance, and I blinked my eyes, trying to focus. If I was really in heaven, then she must be an angel.

Mira closed her eyes, again it felt like someone was squeezing her fragile heart in their hands, making it difficult for her to fill her lungs with a substantial amount of oxygen. The young male's thoughts were filled with grass greener than envy, air as pure as water, clear blue skies with a dazzling sun, and trees that were out of his line of sight as she concentrated on the beautiful surroundings. She inhaled a razor-sharp breath, pinpointed the pack member's who were on their deathbeds, and implanted the identical image in their thoughts, sending them all there simultaneously; together. She didn't bother praying to the Moon Goddess since she was certain that her utopia was superior to an

I bet he his still screwing those two bitches " "Well, don’t conclude yet. Come with me child." She lead me to a large wall mounted mirror, my the left side if the room. The mirror looked magical, Light that bounces off a mirror will show an image of whatever is in front of it, I could see my reflection and that of penny in front of it. "Watch closely child ,you say you mate doesn't care about you then what's this. "she clapped her hands together and purple lights surrounded the ,and an image appeared in front.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Walter was simply a supreme-level monster! Initially, they had assumed Walter was undoubtedly the Miracle Doctor Sect's sect mascot. Now Norm, who had produced nine Divine Veins, was telling them this was merely Chase's contracted beast? What kind of bizarre sect was this Miracle Doctor Sect? How were they so capable of producing miracles? A Supreme Elder with nine Divine Veins, then a contracted beast with eight! Everyone present felt reality becoming increasingly surreal. "My master is the Miracle Doctor Sect's leader!" Walter, unable to bear their stares any longer, spoke up.

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.

POV Isabella Di'Giotanno. The three of us were totally amazed looking at the mirror, which reflected mysterious images. I frown as I try to understand them. I look at my mates and I can see how their eyes are wide open, trying to remember everything we are seeing. Their jaws clench and their grip on my shoulder tightens. I turn my gaze to the disturbing images, which appear to be excerpts from someone’s memories.

Each reflection told a different story, hinting at a potential future. "The Mirror of Destinies," she whispered, her voice filled with reverence and caution. "It will show you the paths available, but remember, each choice comes with its consequences." I approached the mirror, my hand hovering above its liquid surface. Each ripple revealed a different scene, a different life. There was one where Alex and I stood united against a massive horde, another where we were separated by insurmountable barriers, and yet another where peace had been achieved, and our world was a fusion of humans and supernaturals.

Miranda felt the temperature around her rise until her whole body was sweating. So hot, almost unbearable. The woman noticed, apart from the purple glow, a golden yellow light also dominated her, even brighter and almost like the heat of the sun. The glow in Miranda's hands shrunk to the size of a marble, then popped like bubbles. The magician turned with his head up, then was stunned with wide eyes. The perfect circle in the sky was no longer black for some time, but all of its light was only directed at Miranda, it looked like a glowing bridge to heaven.