Miraculous Novels & Stories

Arianna Five years later The girl name Arianna had died the night I ran from the Liam mansion. Now the world knew me as Dr. Aria Laurent, an award-wining cardiothoracic surgeon and medical innovator, founder of Laurent Biotech, and the woman they called the miracle queen. I’d built hospitals, developed life-saving technology, and performed numerous surgeries other doctors said were impossible. I had wealth, power and respect. Everything I had once thought only men like Damian Liam could have.

In that moment, an unexpected situation occurred. Suddenly, a bright light radiated from Emily’s chest. Everyone in the room was taken aback, stunned into silence. Their mouths agape, eyes wide open, unable to believe what they were witnessing. The light was so strong and pure, creating a magical atmosphere that transformed the surroundings. Movement in the room seemed to freeze; time felt suspended. All attention turned to Emily, who stood as the center of the light. Mixed emotions filled the air—fear, hope, and wonder. This unexpected miracle brought a glimmer of hope amid the chaos.

But the older witches long for this time when they will once again be able to see and experience the grandure of how it was before the reign of the black witches. Mira suddenly felt a feeling of belongingness and unaware that tears are steaming from her eyes washing the stain in the mother crystal a tear that was like magic spreads and cleanse the years of oppression and bad deeds. Then when the mother crystal was totally cleaned and clear of any stain, Mira was envelope with incandescent reflection. An apparition appeared in front of her, glowing with equally bright reflection. The eyewitness ot what is happening was in awe. 'Mira my daughter I have been waiting for a long time for you

Mother Mary explained to Mirabel, who was staring at the Laki sand. She walked to a round stone table in the middle of the room and pressed her hand into the interior of the table, causing the inner part of the table to go in and shortly reveal a round orb that was emitting a dense blue light. "What is that?" Mirabel asked as she walked forward to stand beside Mother Mary at the table. "It's the Blue Miracle." Mother Mary smiled as she spoke and stared at the blue orb. "The Blue Miracle." Mirabel nodded as she repeated, completely clueless as to what the Blue Miracle was.

He looked at his hand, and I could see the sadness and disappointment in his eyes, but I ignored it. “Come, child,” he said, leading me to the middle of the mirror. “What’s this?” I asked. “This mirror is a magical mirror. It shows every emotion you are feeling; it shows you people you want to see; it shows you your faith; and many other things,” he said, snapping his fingers, and I watched as my face was all over the mirrors.

"We are busy taking care of the other side of the world, Where the safety of the earth and the people is more important. You have to take care of your world. Get these people out of here and build a new fortress as soon as possible, or this island of civilization will disappear." Bodyguard Lim closed his eyes for a moment. His head suddenly felt dizzy from carrying on such a big task. "How? We have no clues. I have no idea." "Gather the one who has miracles. The one who has loyalty. And the one who lives with acceptance." Bodyguard Lim frowned. "Miracles?" Bodyguard Lim looked up, and his brain immediately remembered Mayor John, who had magic. Where there is miracle, there is magic. *** "Hey

“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?”

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.