Miraculous Novels & Stories

Delicate rivulets of tears streamed down her otherworldly face, prompting me to approach through the aqueous space with a blend of urgency and caution. As I reached her, I wrapped my arms around her delicate form in a cautious hug, even as my lungs ached for air. In the midst of this surreal encounter, I experienced a miracle—I could breathe beneath the water's surface as easily as I could above it. Her physical presence against mine validated the existence of magic. My perception of reality shattered, replaced by a sense of wonder that reverberated through my mind. Magic wasn't just a faded echo of history; it pulsed powerfully within me.

The dancers didn't dance but the instruments accompanied her unique voice. "I see the stars, I feel the moon All shining in their glory Let me feel the moment's pleasing Let me see the highest feelings There's a savior, coming to free me 'cause she, herself, will be free From all oppressions" Her pitch began high and I felt I was suddenly becoming free. Even Sage was under the influence of her 'magical' voice. "Looking into your eyes I can see the glittering" she continued and I joined her "Oh the moment you came

“What is it?” I stepped forward, hesitant but determined. “I know it might sound ridiculous, but… I saw someone. A man. In my mirror this morning. Grey hair, stormy eyes, but not old. He wasn’t just a reflection either—he was there. Staring at me. And then he just disappeared.” Aurora’s expression didn’t change much, but I saw it—just a flicker, a shift in her eyes. She wasn’t surprised. “Mirrors,” she said slowly, “aren’t always what they seem. Especially not to someone… awakening.”

To say that she is beyond shock is an understatement! Her feelings are mixed-up. She's happy, excited, afraid,stressed, overwhelmed to name a few. She's happy to be his bride but this is so sudden that she's afraid she is jumping from one fire to the other.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

"This will cling to your spirit. It will turn away ill intentions." Rita closed her eyes, letting the heat of the flames and the chill of the night sink into her bones. The school rose from the mist like a castle from a dream—towering stone walls, arched windows glowing with inner light, and an iron gate etched with runes that hummed as they passed through in Gogo's truck. Rita’s skin prickled. The air here crackled, alive with magic. Rita had never felt anything like it. "Wow," she breathed.

Now I see why you traded her for me, love. Just look at her! It's so simple, you were right when you said she was ordinary. Gabriel didn't say anything. When he tried to free himself from Alicia's hands, he pulled very hard, so much so that Alicia fell forward, kneeling on the ground. Gabriel immediately turned around and saw Alicia lying there, looking at him with tears in her eyes, but the woman at his side pulled him away. There Alicia lay on the ground. After a few seconds she reacted: she was on the street; a hand was reaching out to her. It was Luis who looked at her so helpless at that moment, like that rainy night.

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.

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

She said wild eyed. I chuckled. “No,” I helped her get up. “Guys, look.” Sil pointed at the wall where the black hole first appeared. A ring formed in the wall, a crowded street was on the other side, as if it was some sort of wormhole or something. No one seemed to be paying us any attention. “The Ackbeth.” Luna said with a smile playing on her lips. The place looked like a normal market. Vendors here and there shouting out what they have. Shoppers with extremely big bags on both their arms.