Miraculous Pictures Novels & Stories

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.

His handwriting was unexpectedly beautiful and elegant for a mysterious and creepy man. “You understand what this is saying?” “Of course, I made that – I mean, I am a powerful being, what can I not know?” “Tell me the truth. Are you really from this world?” Mir went silent for a while before he stood up and walked by the window. He raised his hooded head up in the sky and draw three human figures in the air. One was an old man, next to an old woman, and then finally a young boy. Rosine tilted her head and didn’t understand what was his drawing about. She guessed it must’ve been his parents.

Next, there were also people who gave way to Zayn and beckoned Zayn to see the so-called miracle. Zayn understood their language and he heard someone suggesting to offer the ‘miracle’ to him. Soon, Zayn walked over and saw the so-called miracle. Zayn’s heart was racing immediately at the sight of the miracle. He found that he could not look away all at once because he realized that their so-called miracle was precisely the fruit that he was looking for! Moreover, they came in quite a large number. There were three in total! The three fruits were actually floating in midair without any support. The fruits were capable of being suspended in the air without shifting its position at all!

"They were not originally kings in our world, although one went on to be. The two kings were rulers over the creatures that inhabit Pro Speculuorum. The creatures, very human in appearance, are called Miraculum, it means 'object of wonder,' named as such by humans who were captivated by these beautiful and mysterious creatures, looking upon them with fascination. See Cooper, when human beings look in a mirror, they hope to see the best, most ideal, version of themselves looking back. The Miraculum are this ideal, they are the best possible reflection of humans, a seemingly perfect version. They are beautiful creatures to behold, intriguing in their mystery and charm, charismatic smile and ey

he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.” Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Understood.” They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel. “Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement. Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.

I saw a man smiling at me. "Who are you?" I asked, moving backwards. "Your worst nightmare" he said and almost immediately, he stretched his hand. I was surprised at what happened next. I've never experienced it...I only read it in stories and see them in movies. A red Ray erupted from his hand as he stretched his hand towards me. I panicked because I didn't know what to do but before the Ray could hit me, it bounced back. I widened my eyes in surprise and shock as Daisy appeared in front of me. The man clapped his hands

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

I looked at the first one. Mira was at approximately twenty. A community gathering, late afternoon light that came through trees at a specific angle I would later recognize from a photograph of the land. She was not looking at the camera. She was looking at something to the left of it, with the specific attention of someone who had just heard something worth considering. I looked at her hands in the photograph. The hands were in motion—she had been gesturing when the photograph was taken, mid-sentence, and the hands had the same specific quality of motion that mine had when I was explaining something I had thought about carefully.

Something about the view makes her chest tighten slightly. For a brief moment, the clearing from her dream flashes in her mind. She shakes her head as if trying to chase it away. "Mal." Mirabel's voice pulls her back. "Come here." "For what?" "Pictures." "But I am not sure I am prepared." "Too bad." Mirabel grabs her arm, pulls her closer and Kimora and Iris arrange themselves. "Perfect," Mirabel says proudly. Malisha laughs quietly. For a moment, everything feels normal again.