Novel & Cerita Miraculous Images

“These are blood wards. Old magic. It’s him. He’s building something down here.” Saraphina’s stomach tightened. “A ritual?” Lucian’s hand found hers again, firm. “Then we end it before he begins.” ⸻ Far above, in the council’s tower, Malrec stood before a massive mirror of obsidian. The reflections inside were not his own—they shifted and flickered, showing faces, places, moments. Flames twisting in reverse, blood running upward, time itself unraveling and looping again. “Everything burns eventually,” he whispered to the glass.

“You have to tell me why you asked me on a date in the first place.” “Ahh, that deal.” She hummed in response, her palms caressing his chest in soft circular motions. His thumb traced the side of her face. “Do you know why I call you Mirage?” She shook her head. She had always been curious but never had the right occasion to bring up the question. “Do you know what the word means?” “It’s an illusion. Caused by the refraction of light rays. It makes distant objects appear as water or as a mirror.”

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.” Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Understood.” They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel. “Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement. Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.

Yes, accept it. At some point, you are going to have to accept that there are words like faith, like hope and that there are even those things that they are calling miracles. Yet there are people; some might call them beings that play with the lives of others in their hands. This, my dear Mirabelle will be an evil that will come for us. But my love. I can now honestly say that this evil, you should stay at bay. You might think you are going to tear Mirabelle and me apart, where in fact, you will only bringing us stronger and closer towards each other.

he asked narrowing his eyes, I walked to the mirror this time holding it and checking it "I didn't find anything odd about it but I still feel it is different in a magical way, I think it's me who just canton use it" I said keeping it gently, I lifted it up a little and I could see his reflection on it he didn't seem satisfied with my answer "why do you look like you don't believe me" I asked still looking at his reflection, he looked surprised and I felt as though I had read his mind in the mirror, I was right then, the mirror was magical. Only it was a mind reading mirror, "what did you I came here?" I asked looking at his reflection on the mirror as I waited for the mirror to do its thing

Next, there were also people who gave way to Zayn and beckoned Zayn to see the so-called miracle. Zayn understood their language and he heard someone suggesting to offer the ‘miracle’ to him. Soon, Zayn walked over and saw the so-called miracle. Zayn’s heart was racing immediately at the sight of the miracle. He found that he could not look away all at once because he realized that their so-called miracle was precisely the fruit that he was looking for! Moreover, they came in quite a large number. There were three in total! The three fruits were actually floating in midair without any support. The fruits were capable of being suspended in the air without shifting its position at all!

He knelt on the ground right away, ready to greet Cacus inside the magical mirror. “Rise! There’s no need to be so courteous.” Before the Cardinal could respond, he was interrupted by a mythical voice emanating from the magic mirror. At first glance, the voice appeared to be coming from right beside his ear, but then it also appeared to be coming from the sky. A figure appeared in the magic mirror at the same time. His figure was similar to the sacred body in the Pyreforge Atelier, though it was illusory, and his facial features couldn’t be seen clearly.