Miraculous Pictures Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and the memories of that night played back in my mind like I was in a cinema but the difference was that I was watching my life on a screen. It was on a Tuesday morning and I had just finished scrubbing Gerald's bathroom floor when he walked in with his mistress. He tapped her ass and she giggled in response. I looked away and quickly made steps to walk out when he called me. “Mira”. My heartbeat was loud enough for the whole world to hear. I was scared for my life. His voice was terrifying for me,it was my biggest nightmare.

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 mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

Each reflection told a different story, hinting at a potential future. "The Mirror of Destinies," she whispered, her voice filled with reverence and caution. "It will show you the paths available, but remember, each choice comes with its consequences." I approached the mirror, my hand hovering above its liquid surface. Each ripple revealed a different scene, a different life. There was one where Alex and I stood united against a massive horde, another where we were separated by insurmountable barriers, and yet another where peace had been achieved, and our world was a fusion of humans and supernaturals.

Miranda took Soraia's hands somewhat brusquely and led her, suspiciously, to the mirror-why is that? -Don't you want me to prove what I said? Soraia nodded, though she didn't know how Miranda would do it. -Then Miranda placed her hands on top of Soraia's and, out of nowhere, a mist began to appear inside the mirror and between them scenes began to be mixed, like on a television with a bad picture. The first one was the day Julio Cesar found Miranda in her house with a lot of death and fire, then the other images showed both of them and the small group of vampires killing people and, everything seemed normal and pleasant to them judging by their smiling faces amidst the blood and death.

Let me see what’s hidden here. Sumico’s tapering gentle fingers started to rub and rub the gigantic stone in front of her. To her vast astonishment, with her immense and tremendous disbelief as well as shock, Sumico started to see what parts of the pictures which’d disappeared. She sounded out again her monolog at the quay of her mind, thought as well as consideration.

Haneul suspected this was happening to LJ, who tend to spend too much time with humans for his own good. "She's here. Just try to focus. You can do it." Haneul told LJ, surveying their surroundings again. They were at a tiny bar somewhere in the outskirts of Munich. If their surveillance were correct, their target would be arriving any minute there to celebrate her birthday. This particular creature is a Mirror, one of the very few born on earth wearing Lilith's biological form. Mirrors were more dangerous than the ordinary Lilim, so they had to bide their time and observe. But it had been about an hour, and there was no sign of the Lilim anywhere.

The Obscura prints the photos themselves where a particular one caught her attention. “No, he couldn’t be.” She whispers in disbelief and stares at the particular photo in front of her. A photo that is unlike any other that can show its bearer the events that happened in that time when it was taken. A minute past and a minute in the future. Everything will be shown like a movie in a shape of a regular photo. “Tsk!”

Yes, accept it. At some point, you are going to have to accept that there are words like faith, like hope and that there are even those things that they are calling miracles. Yet there are people; some might call them beings that play with the lives of others in their hands. This, my dear Mirabelle will be an evil that will come for us. But my love. I can now honestly say that this evil, you should stay at bay. You might think you are going to tear Mirabelle and me apart, where in fact, you will only bringing us stronger and closer towards each other.

a woman murmurs. She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births WERE the Miracle. We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There’s no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.