Miraculous Images Novels & Stories

I whispered and almost immediately, my appearance changed. The clothes I wore turned into a red gown. My own "once in a while" sceptre found its way into my hands. My hair became longer and every right thing about me changed to the magical form I switched to. "Woah!" Steve exclaimed as he stared at me with surprise and shock. I turned towards the part of the city that caught fire and stretched my sceptre towards the area. Immediately, the fire died down and smoke was the only thing that remained. I stretched the sceptre towards every corner of the Spears' mansion, thereby invoking and assigning some of my protection powers to the house and everything in it. None of the inhabitants would get

Tears welled up, streaming down her face as she took in the familiar surroundings. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Ezra surveyed the room. It was frozen in time, each element meticulously placed, as if she had left just yesterday. The tidiness of the room mirrored her younger self's preferences. Despite the passage of time, the essence of her past lingered in the air.The room seemed to whisper stories of laughter, dreams, and quiet moments. Pictures on the wall told tales of a different era, frozen smiles capturing a time when everything felt simpler.

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.

Zachary reaches for a pile of photographs in the pocket of his pants and tosses them carelessly at me. ‎ ‎The second I set my eyes on the photographs strewn on the floor, shock, terror, and confusion plough into me. ‎ ‎I instantly sag to my knees. My heart pounding like a jackhammer, I gather the photographs with shaky hands, trying to make sense of them. ‎ ‎“W---wha-what…” I’m mentally zigzagging, unable to think or speak. ‎ ‎These are photos of me in bed with a mysterious man whose face is blurred out.

Miraculous. "I did not know this was possible," River whispered, holding Spring carefully. "Did not know we could create. Could produce. Could bring new beings into existence. I thought only nothing could become something through choosing. Through deciding. Through transforming. But Spring was not nothing. Spring was always something. Spring was created. Spring was born. Spring was brought into existence through love. Through us. Through our choice to create together. This is miracle. This is impossible. This is perfect." Hope held Spring gently. Marveled at her. Wondered at her.

The sudden news took Lucian by surprise "my thoughts exactly" "but the security was tight, both physically and spiritually." Lucien said. Diablerie was the last magic mirror that allows and grants one the power to see the past, present and future whether hidden or secret. But one needed to possess an extraordinary amount of power to control it. "Apparently, the intruders used some kind of charm to make the guards fall asleep but I'm yet to find out how they managed to get pass the spiritual border." Zephyr calmly explained. "Black magic!" Lucian exclaimed.

But somehow I know I wouldn’t. Another image comes. This time, I was in front of two tombstones. The one on my right was bigger than the one on the left. Two names are written on the big tombstone, while only one name was carved on the small one. I tried my best to squint my eyes but I could not read the words. They were all blurred. Multiple images come at once. It was like people throw them all at me and I could not really see each of them. A nun was in one of the flashed images. I recognize her almost immediately. It was Sister Margareth. However, she looked younger and was not wearing her cane. The image of her was gone just as soon as it first arrived, replaced by another one. This time

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.

ALARIC Moon let go of me the moment Miracle shifted. It was all weird. So strange. So different. So impossible. I was short of words. What the hell just happened? I witnessed it. Miracle was all wrapped up in the fire, raised from the ground, howling at the Moon. The next moment, she was eating it. She just ate that shit or whatsoever it was, to begin with. The most insane thing about all this mess was that she was fine. Not even a single burn. Not a single scratch. She looked like a newly polished mirror. Was I even saying it right? My words and sentences appeared jumbled. Well, not my fault. It was the situation.

Seeing all kind of people surround what seems to be my body, I got dumfounded, not because of dying like that but because I’m capable of thinking despite being dead, moreover I’m still sitting in my seat in this surprisingly cheerful interrogation room, so why my body is over there, and why I become some kind of dark red smoking entity, my hand is some kind of foggy blood red hand with black long sharp claws, wait a minute, why those people surrounded by all kind of colors, “pink, yellow, orange, blue, white”,‘Those rainbow smokes are coming from those guys, can it be what it called Aura’. I thought while looking at myself.