Miraculous Names Novels & Stories

Riele's Pov I stared at the gold plated name tag on my desk. The name Riele Downs boldly written on it was special. 'Riele' was given to me by my mother, she would make sure she called that name every time. It seemed to give her joy. I frowned; It has been two years since I last heard from my mother. And to be honest, I don't regret my actions. My actions brought me to this state of mine.

She took a strand of hair from both sides of the child’s head and tied it together in the middle letting the ribbon fall with the child’s hair. By looking at the child she can think that the child is just around the age of two or three years old, barely talking, and can only speak a few words. “Do you remember your name?” She asked the child but the child shook her head. “Mama,” the child blurted out as it pointed at Morrigan’s reflection on the handheld mirror. She smiled timidly and looked at the handheld mirror. Thinking of a name she could call the child, if it doesn't remember her name then the child couldn't go around nameless. “Rita.” The child looked at her confusedly. “I’ll name you

She asked them, laying upon Victor’s chest, and stroking his hair out over his shoulders. “The same place as Mirage, no doubt,” Victor was amused. “Victor’s name is Victor, his parent’s roots showing,” Vice said, trailing his lips across her back. “My name is pronounced Vee-chay, but our first few acts, no one could get it right, and Vice and Victor had a certain ring to it,” he shrugged. “So, we just went with it.” “Miranda, obviously,” she offered her own origins. “I guess Mirage made sense, because isn’t that what being an act is about? Presenting something that can’t be realistically achieved?”

he said, giving her a slight gentlemanly bow. As she watched Hayden move with practiced grace, her master's words echoed in her mind. The TinXi were legendary guardians of the mortal realm, renowned for their unmatched strength and agility. Whispers among her kind spoke of their unwavering loyalty in protecting dragons on their quests. In addition to their physical prowess, they excelled as spellcasters, effortlessly erasing the memories of mortals who had witnessed scenes they weren't meant to see. "Amenxious. Nice to meet you too, Hayden. I'm Xue..." She trailed off for a moment, almost forgetting that she wasn't supposed to use her real name in this world. "Miracle. I'm Miracle."

He hugged Mira’s waist closer to him, as long as he had her, nothing else mattered. “Heavens have bought you back to me in a roundabout way.” Matthew admired his son-in-law even more; This was his best friend’s nephew. Harry turned to Mira “You two are truly fated.” Mira raised her eyebrows quizzically. “Do you know how you got your name?” Mira shook her head. “You were named by Jerome. He named you Mirabella as you were a little wonder to the three of us.” “He even fought with your mother that you were his nephew’s bride.” Harry chuckled as he reminisced about the past.

“A gift from the gods themselves.” The woman, Lyra—my mother—smiled weakly, her eyes never leaving her baby. “What shall we name her, Kaelen?” The man, Kaelen, stroked the baby’s cheek, his gaze tender. “Azmariah,” he said. “Because she is the one whom the goddess has helped. Her existence is a miracle. She is meant for something greater than this world.” Lyra nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. “Welcome, Azmariah,” she whispered, her voice so soft it was almost a breath. “You are loved.”

“We’re very good at feeding fires.” Mirra nodded toward the place where the air had thinned, then thickened, around them. “Then we learn how to bank one.” They began with names. Not the ones the world used—the public syllables of roles and reputations—but the inward names they had hoarded against solitude. Selene spoke hers in a whisper, and the moonlight bent to hear it, then withdrew politely, as a friend told when visiting hours end. Ronan’s hewed like a weathered beam; the water settled against it with a respectful hush. Mirra’s name germinated when it touched the air, and the earth—chastened and comforted—withdrew its petitions to the proper distance. Naming did not sever the cords betw

After Mira left without ever reaching out to me or her family members, no other woman ever had the same effect on me. Only Mira made my mind and soul roam like there was a burning bush. There was something about this lady that I can’t even remember her name. Each time I tried, the only name that came to my head was Mira. I went back to the supermarket and began my search. It was a big supermarket and I threw my hand in my hair in confusion, searching everywhere for her would take eternity. I sighed in frustration as I guessed the fourth roll. I walked down without any sign of her around.

"Seems important." The woman considered that. Then smiled. A beautiful smile. One worn by years. One strengthened by hope. One that had never quite given up. "My name is Mira." The stars seemed to brighten. Or perhaps it only felt that way. Mira. A name carried across forgotten roads. Across lost maps. Across impossible time. Hope grinned. "I'm Hope." Mira laughed immediately. "Of course you are." The crew relaxed. The tension finally breaking. Noah introduced himself.

Elena laughed, deeply and without fear. Outside, a thin snow started to fall, but inside the windbreak, it was almost warm. They named her Mira. Not because they agreed—Donovan suggested “Hope,” which Damon called too obvious, and Damon wanted “Grit,” which Elena loathed—but because, in the dawn glow, she looked up at them with eyes wide as old planets. Mira, she thought, because life reflected itself endlessly, and what was survival if not a function of mirrors?