Miraculous Novels & Stories

I wondered how to make myself appear again; I wanted Kiran to see me, and it felt like I was stepping through a bubble as I was transferred from one realm to another, and he smiled as I appeared in front of him. “What was that?” I asked him, as he put his arm around my shoulder. “Just a little something I’ve been working on for a few months now,” Kiran said. “I wanted to see if it was possible to completely disappear from this realm, yet still be here, see and hear everything, but not be physically present.” My father had just taught me something magnificent, an unknown magical spell he had conjured up on his own. “I don’t know what to say. I don’t deserve this,” I said, and looked down bri

One of the councillors — Elder Marrick, scarred from brow to chin — stepped forward, pointing a gnarled finger. “You’ve damned us. Every ledger, every prophecy warned against letting the First into flesh. Now it’s in you.” Killian’s head snapped toward him, and for a moment — only a moment — the shadows in the crypt bent with his gaze, pooling, thickening, as if they bowed to his attention. Marrick flinched, stumbling back. “I’m not it,” Killian said, quiet but sharp. “I’m still me.” “Are you?” Marrick spat. “Because I saw your eyes when you rose. I saw the vault answer you.”

"I want you to be honest with everything you want me to do with your body, if you want, you can even make a bucket list and I will do my best to fulfill them. Anāl, role playing, BDSM, anything you want to try." Miracle became a sputtering mess and she opened and closed her mouth, unable to form a word, and her face was starting to blush a beautiful red. "Can you please tone down your words because you get me speechless everytime." She finally said, looking flabbergasted as hell.

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.

I couldn't sense anyone there. I waited for him to stand up and mock me like he used to, yet nothing. I was horrified; there was no way I could have killed him with my wolf power. Sebastian was a strong wolf with a special healing ability. If I had attacked him with my wolf power, he should be healing by now. "What did I just do?" I groaned in frustration, trying to remember, but nothing came to mind. My name is Mira Constance, a twenty-year-old wolf, and today is my coronation day. Mother suggested I spar with Sebastian every day so that I could have full control of my powers.

And that single moment told me everything I needed to know. This wasn’t something simple. This wasn’t something safe. But I still wanted to know. I still wanted to try anything and everything to save him. “There is a ritual,” she finally said. “A forbidden one.” The air shifted. A silence so thick it nearly suffocated me settled between us. “A ritual?” I echoed, my voice barely more than a whisper. Mirabel nodded, her gaze locking onto mine. “It can heal him,” she said. “Completely. It will pull him back from the brink. Restore what was lost.”

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.

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.

Alex abruptly halted, catching Candice by surprise as she stumbled into him. His voice, devoid of warmth, resonated, "Can't you walk properly?" Candice, covering her nose, took a step back and gently explained, "I didn't anticipate you stopping abruptly." He let out a dismissive snort. In the darkness, his tall figure overshadowed Candice, resembling a great mountain. With her vision impaired, Candice felt immense pressure around her. She clenched her hand and said, "Everyone's waiting for you." Attempting to walk past Alex with confidence, she misjudged her step and began to fall.

It felt like a miracle, despite the conflicting emotions swirling within me. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted as Charles reentered the office, holding out a document. "Boss, no need to retrieve another document. You tore the photocopy; this is the original," he informed me. Snapping out of my contemplation, I eagerly accepted the document, needing to confirm its authenticity for myself. As I examined it, relief hit me. "Thank goodness," I exclaimed aloud, a smile spreading across my face as I clutched the precious documents in my hand. This unexpected Miracle had presented me with an opportunity I couldn't afford to miss, and I was determined to make the most of it.