Novel & Cerita Miraculous Images

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.

In the distance, I could see rows and rows of grapevines. Suddenly, the sun and blue sky vanished, replaced by gray clouds, and it began to rain. "Does the rain bother you?" he asked me. I lifted my head, savoring the cool droplets on my face. "No. A rainy day in Italy is still better than a good day anywhere else." He laughed, and that made me look at him. His shirt was gone, revealing his smooth chest and perfectly sculpted muscles that would have made Michelangelo weep with their beauty. I reached out, tracing my fingers along his chest.

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

“Great. Our curse has become a nosy relative.” --- They experimented cautiously. When Mira smiled into the mirror, nothing happened. When Adrian murmured her name — softly, almost without meaning to — the mirror glowed. > “Okay,” she said, watching. “Apparently it likes you better.” “It’s responding to the strength of emotion,” he said quietly. “Yours or mine.” > “So, you’re saying our relationship has become magical surveillance?” “I’m saying the curse is documenting us.” > “For what? A memoir?”

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.

she replied almost instantly, making me titter. "Can I get a cup of coffee please?" I tried to hide the sound of exhaustion from my voice but failed miserably. Looking at one of the many paintings hanging on the white painted walls, I couldn't help but admire it the more. It was a painting of a cat, one that I had found when I was on my way to shop for some supplies. I didn't know why I chose it out of other paintings there, but I guess it was an invisible force of attraction. It was a drawing of a weird cat with a colourful background. People thought I was crazy when I bought it. Truth be told, it was quite ugly but I guess I just liked it.

I answered quickly as he sat down with the mirror in his hand, I moved closer immediately closing their little space between as I watched him caress the frame of the mirror "Is that part of the process of making it work?" I asked excitedly moving closer even when I was literally touching his bare skin. "No, it's not," he chuckled there’s no process, I’m just admiring its beauty," he added looking down at me and I lifted my head up feeling his gaze on me but couldn't look for long because I was too close to him to the point where his lips were just in my face when I looked over my shoulder to see him "the mirror has the power to show the past and the present perfectly. It is called the mirror

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.

Alex let out a loud roar, and eight mirror images appeared. It was not a hallucination but true mirror images which had half of Alex’s combat power. “Charge!” The eight images turned into streaks of light and formed one straight line, rushing towards Julian. Julian was able to move at high speed. He laughed coldly as he saw the mirror images charging at him. He thought that they were only illusions conjured by Alex, and he didn’t fear them one bit. However, he quickly sensed that something wasn’t right. The attacks of the images made his heart quiver, and his senses strained.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.