Miraculous Names Novels & Stories

She handed it to Bae Ya. ​“This is for you,” Sua said softly. “Use only a little bit every night. Watch how your skin improves in a few days.” ​Bae Ya accepted it with teary eyes. “Thank you, Miss… This is too precious…” ​Sua smiled thinly. “I’ve named it Srikaya. It means a blessing of abundance. May it bring benefit, just like its name.” ​The sun began to set in the west, painting the sky with a fiery orange glow behind the window lattices. The room felt warm and peaceful for a moment, until hurried footsteps echoed from outside the room.

"It is because a fallen angel gave birth to you" I could see a confused look on their faces. "Fallen Angel? Is that a name of a person or a thing?" Mirabel asked. Mirabel is the curious type, I am not surprised. "No honey. It is the name of a supernatural kingdom somewhere faraway and there is were I came from" " You are not a human?" Kizito exclaimed with widened eyes. " Yes" I could see shock clearly written on their faces. "Huh?Does that mean I am not a human too?" Mirabel exclaimed.

“Sei tutto per me, Amore mio.” As we sat there, enveloped in the warmth of our conversation, the weight of each name settled upon us. Isabella, with its timeless elegance. Gia, with its vibrant energy. And Mireya, with its profound sense of wonder and gratitude. Each name held its own allure, but it was Mireya that resonated deeply within our souls. We remained there, just holding each other in silence as we were driven home, knowing that we had found the name that encapsulated the essence of our journey. Mireya—it became the symbol of the extraordinary love that brought us together, the love that now created a new life.

“My princes.“ She bows gracefully with a broad smile on her face. “I'm Mira Whitmore. It's so nice to meet the famous Grand prince of the Nightmoor Pack.“ Rafe folds his arms, his eyes darker than I'd ever seen. “Well.. it's not nice to meet you, Mirage.“ Mirage? For a second, the word Mirage seem to hang in the air like smoke—twisting, curling, settling into every ear in the hallway. Snickers break out in the back. A passing student whisper, “Mirage… that’s hilarious,” and another student muffle a laugh. I press my lips together, forcing myself not to laugh, but my shoulders shake with the effort. Oh, it is delicious—the way her flawless mask crack in front of everyone. The smile wash off M

“Do you know her name?” Jake hesitated just enough to seem authentic. “She called herself Mira.” The name meant nothing. Generic. Safe. Rikkard repeated it under his breath, like a prayer. “Mira…” Lucas cleared his throat. “Look, Rikkard. I know we’ve never seen eye to eye, but maybe your mate’s out there too. You just haven’t been in the right place yet.” Jake added, “We got lucky. But it was random. No strategy. No prophecy.”

You and Adrian would not forget in case I tried. She smirked. "Good. You need your strength." I smiled. "You sound like Mother." "Someone has to." We talked the rest of the afternoon over baby names--it was our pet amusement. I said, "Arin, Adrian still likes Arin. "But I think it's too short." Sophia laughed. What you want is bigger, something magnificent. "No," I said softly. "Something gentle. Like peace," said something. then say her Mira, Sophia said after a time. "It means 'wonder.'"

a woman murmurs. She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births WERE the Miracle. We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There’s no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.

Once the magus returns, there will be no hiding the fact that not only is my belly no longer round, but that my nest has a new little inhabitant. “What am I going to do with you, little one?” I sigh, placing a hand on her still-warm shell. She blinks at me. Only the light isn’t the dim glimmer I experienced with her siblings; it’s more of a bright flash that makes me blink as I see a dark afterimage. “You have quite the spark, Miracle,” I say, the name I’ve already given her in my heart, “But my eyes are sensitive. Maybe less glow next time.”

Tiny splinters scratched the skin and caused a terrible itch. Gael sighed and stared at the horned bunny, “Well, Captain longhorn doesn't sound like a bad moniker. He smiled a little, “You know maybe this won't be such a bad thing. The Al' Miraj's reputation alone is enough to keep things smooth. Oh, Captain Gael Miraj. Captain Miraj for short.” “You don't have the last name already?” Aurelia tilted her head to the side. “I do, but Captain Miraj sounds so much better than Wilbur. Wilbur is not a name for people. Do you know how many pigs were named Wilbur, too many?” Gael's righteous indignation had Aurelia and Zinjo in stitches.