Miraculous Novels & Stories

Delicate and infinitely fragile against his much larger frame. She was a miracle. His miracle. One he’d thank God for every day for the rest of his life.

The Omnipotent Lord froze before he asked, “What happened?” Mirabelle Joandra crawled up from the ground and wiped the blood trace off her lips before sitting in a lotus position on the ground to heal her injuries. Her face was pale, and she seemed to be in a wretched state as she said feebly, “I encountered a powerful Lord in the Dark World and was injured by her.” The Omnipotent Lord’s expression was grim. He knew that Mirabelle had cultivated eight Macrocosm Powers. Now, however, she had gotten injured in the Dark World. Although he did not know much about the Dark World, he had heard of some of the most infamous Lords.

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

Miranda felt the temperature around her rise until her whole body was sweating. So hot, almost unbearable. The woman noticed, apart from the purple glow, a golden yellow light also dominated her, even brighter and almost like the heat of the sun. The glow in Miranda's hands shrunk to the size of a marble, then popped like bubbles. The magician turned with his head up, then was stunned with wide eyes. The perfect circle in the sky was no longer black for some time, but all of its light was only directed at Miranda, it looked like a glowing bridge to heaven.

one of the maids mumbled, “You seemed to be spaced out.” A slight tingle went over my body as I realized that I’m in the midst of training with the assigned maids. “Oh, my apologies. What were you saying again?” The maids chuckled and one of them replied, “It seems like milady received the master’s favor.” “Agreed! Did you see the smile on Mr. Etienne’s face?” The maids started teasing me, while smiling. This very moment seemed like a dream; it’s peaceful, happy, and nice. The laughter of the maids, the smiles on their faces, and the happiness all around me. It’s like something that would come out from a novel. As I closed my eyes to embrace this moment, I realized that I’ve… gone this far.

To focus on our archaeology project, Shane Holcroft and I had agreed not to have children until it was finished. I poured my heart and soul into that project for five years, yet with only one final site left before it wrapped up, I collapsed in front of everyone and found out I was pregnant. The team leader scolded me for being reckless, and my teammates worried I would be too weak to keep up and would slow them down. Everyone wanted to seize the chance to steal the credit I had fought for over five long years. Swallowing my anger, I sent the test results to Shane. Before I could even demand an explanation, I saw his message. It was not meant for me. He had forwarded the results to the f

Uncle Zeb says. Uncle Zeb moves his hand across my neck, and I watch as beautiful colors dance through the air. "NOW!" Uncle Jeb screams. Uncle Zeb grabs the amulet when Uncle Jeb screams at him. The amulet illuminates and begins to float off of my neck. It moves around the room as colors escape the amulet. The amulet seems to turn inside out and then moves quickly back to my neck. Uncle Zeb and Uncle Jeb touch my amulet, and something begins to move into my body. I am not burning or hurting as the magic from the amulet spills into my body.

a female reporter stutters. I ignore her. As I strut toward the entrance of the building, followed by my enforcers, everyone who sees me coming flees, people shut their car doors, and cars zoom off. “Holy shit! Drive, drive,” a man screams. In the building, people freeze, and some face the wall as if they'll disappear into it. It's no ordinary fear. The goddess laid this curse on me that night 684 years ago. I'm doomed to suffer eternally, hated, feared, and avoided by all living things—to be lonely.

My mother, Aileen Stuart, leaves me a bronze mirror upon her death. One day, I suddenly hear its thoughts. It says exasperatedly, "My naive child, Zara hid her brooch and blamed you for stealing it. And your stepmother? Her tricks are so banal. She rubbed pollen on your clothes, hoping you'd have an allergic reaction and become disfigured. They really are the perfect pair in household scheming. "Dead mother, philandering father, vicious stepmother, wicked idiot of a sister… What an unfortunate deck of cards you have been dealt with." With the mirror's guidance, I manage to carve out a place for myself in this household. One midnight, it wakes me from my sleep. "Jemima, your chance to

“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?”