Miraculous Names Novels & Stories

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I kicked at a piece of grass, frustrated for Heather. "I'm sorry I cannot be of more help." He extended his wings again. "I appreciate you looking into it - when you are able," I added softly, wishing he wouldn't go. "Goodbye, Cinderella." Abernathy ascended, his enormous wings causing my hair to whip my face. A question popped into my mind and I called after him, "Did you name me or did Mizrabel?" He chuckled. "We named you together. Cinder, since I was created from the cinders of the first fire and Ella after her mother."

he sighed deeply at my words, but not saying anything. “Have you ever heard of mirrored souls?” I asked a moment later, “It’s a connection between two people with a history like ours, that end up mirroring each other's energy and growth. A deep bond that ties two lives…to the extend that it feels like one can call for the other once in close range without even speaking.” I whispered intensely while holding his gaze in the glass.

While she is the Goddess who lived in this place. She told me that she doesn't have an actual name but I can call her Mirror if I like. I asked her why she chose that name and she said because she was like a reflection of someone, that's why. I was curious to whom does she reflect from but she just smile at me and never utter a word about it. "You'll know when you wake up." She said mysteriously. And she flew around me while looking at my wholeness. She's seizing me up and down with her mysterious gaze. Okay, What does she mean by that?

Afraid that she might fall into an endless unconsciousness, she's trying hard not to think of anything at all about her and she just diverted all her attention to Euphemia. But just like how the sun sets every afternoon, she would constantly end her day with the question... ` Who am I? ` Her name is Mirage. But who Mirage really is? She's supposed to be the dead daughter of Alfonse and Miranda. She's the granddaughter of the business tycoon Augustus Esquibel. She's the cousin of Nicolo and Travis. She's the mother of Euphemia. She's the wife of....? And her head will start to throb that will cause her to panic inside. She will try everything to forget that thought over again. To save herself

Just when she thought she had escaped, Emma had summoned her. "Miracle, following Omega Lanka, do you feel very wronged?" Emma smiled, casually asking. Miracle's complexion changed slightly. She lowered her head and said, "I'm just a clumsy servant. Omega Lanka is generous and kind. Being able to follow you is a blessing I wouldn't have obtained otherwise." Emma chuckled softly and said, "Did the First Miss promise you quite generously? Otherwise, why would you dare to use the name of Omega Lanka to lure me out?" Miracle's face turned pale upon hearing this. She prostrated herself on the ground, and her voice trembled, "I... I..."

Hans smirked, clearly thinking he got away with it. Oh, he’d pay for that later. When we first talked about it, he said the name was so delicate and insisted on Freya or Astrid. Although I do admit I loved those names too. But for now, I’ll let him slide. Let him have this moment. Mira smiled and began jotting down the name on the official records. “Welcome to the Midnight Pack, little Liliana.” Johanis clapped his hands, absolutely pleased with himself. “I can’t wait to show little Liliana all the cool stuff!”

But that didn't help either. I couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. He hadn't spoken a word, since we set out. Since I made the decision to get into the car of a total stranger. But everything had been spiraling out of my control, all day. I cleared my throat, and turned to the side. “What's your name?” I wasn't sure if I heard it right. But the little butterflies in my stomach confirmed it. “Mirah.” I said. “Mirabella, my name's Mirabella.” As I stole a brief glance at him, I couldn't help but admire how good looking he was. And it wasn't in that young and fresh kind of way.

It was a name she hadn't thought of in a while, but it was a name that was synonymous with hatred for Astrid. Mira's eyes sparkled with interest as she thought about this person. She wondered if they would be willing to help her, to help her take down Astrid. The name echoed in her mind, growing louder and more insistent. Mira's lips began to curve into a smile, a plan beginning to form in her mind. And then, in a moment of clarity, the name spilled out of her mind and into her consciousness.

I said quietly like it was the first time I’d ever said my name, and I wondered what it meant. The woman smiled. It wasn’t pitying, or soft. It was proud. “My name is Mira,” she said, resting a weathered hand on my knee. “My mother was a handmaiden to the queen. To Seraphine.” There it was again. That name. It kept finding me in dreams and whispers. In blood and silence. “Who was she really?” I asked. “Because I’m starting to think ‘queen’ is only the beginning.” Mira’s gaze didn’t waver.