Miraculous Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Mirabel was a loner and even though she didn't talk to too many people , she really liked Sandy because when she was called a witch my other students and when she was neglected by them, Sandy would always make her feel special. Sandy would walk up to her to tell her "Mirabel you're amazing and these people don't matter, tejir opinions don't" when Sandy died Mirabel learnt teh magic of Zura. Magic if Zura is a magic spell that brings the dead to life in different way. For Mirabel, it made Sandy spirit alive . Sandy wasn't entirely happy that Mirabel did this but she was grateful regardless . Sandy can only allow you see her if she wants to that's why she never showed herself to her siblings b

The last thing I remembered was Julia being there and then going to sleep. My eyes began to unblur. A beautiful green field filled with wildflowers stretched out in front of me. My hands moved to my stomach. My heart stopped. “No, goddess, please, no.” Slowly, looking down, my bump was gone, and I was no longer in the same old tattered clothes I’d been in for months. “No.” Rage burned through me. I couldn’t breathe. My heart felt like it was being torn into a million pieces. “Baby!”

Rubby’s POV. I came back from the gym to meet my parents standing in front of the tv like they have seen a ghost. “Mom?” I walked closer and caught a glimpse of the screen. “Abj’s new CEO reveals her true identity. Mira Greg”. I cleaned my eyes to make sure I was seeing properly. Like a wind, it struck me. “I have waited for this,sister”. “What in Free city is this manipulation”. I yelled. “Mom, she is Mira”. I almost lost balance.

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.

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.