Miraculous Pictures Novels & Stories

Hans, wanting to ensure he received his share of the credit, stepped forward and said, "I have a treasure that can record images of this place as evidence." "Thank you so much, Hans," several immortals responded. Hans fished out a mirror and began recording the surroundings. However, what everyone saw left them stunned. The images captured by the mirror were completely different from what everyone else saw. In fact, they were two entirely different scenes. If an outsider viewed them, they would likely believe they were pictures of two completely different locations.

Dev tears his eyes away from her, slowly lifts his gaze, and smiles. It was magical. It reminded him of the mystical tree they had in the film Avatar. While they stand side by side gazing up, Dev’s fingers brush against hers, and Mira stills, waiting to see if Dev will move his fingers; he doesn’t. Instead, his finger traces slow circles over her palm, which sends a shiver through Mira, and her heart beats a little faster than usual, and the fluttering deep in her belly leaves her feeling somewhat puzzled. She’s never felt these things before, and that thought scared but also thrilled her at the same time.

"Emm... I'm Mirabel I said stammering. "Mira, nice name...are u a fresher? He asked looking me over from head to toe. "Of course, I'm even going to the auditorium for my last clearance. "Ohh, thought as much with the files on your hands, I'm walking towards that side. "Alright" I said clutching the files was holding on my chest as I caught him staring at my breasts. "Hope you don't mind me showing you around later, anytime you are chanced?

she said. The one wearing a plain white Polo shirt answered her, still looking at her intently. Actually,by the time that she reach the kitchen,the orders are halfway made. She's wearing a concealed camera that allows the chef to see what has been written down on the paper. That way,the food processing would be faster considering they are in the VIP room. As soon as she enters the kitchen again her friend is shrieking. And she doesn't have any idea why,so she frowned at her.

Miracle “Are you sure about that?” I jumped at the sweet voice that filled my ears and I turned to see who was intruding on my peace with Mia. In front of me stood a beautiful woman. I have seen no one as beautiful as her. She was a tall woman with a milky white skin. Her platinum blonde hair flew around her as she looked at me with a sweet, gentle smile on her face that enhanced her unique violet coloured eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about your mate?” The sound of her voice broke my trance, and I blinked my eyes, trying to focus. If I was really in heaven, then she must be an angel.

MIRA'S POV:- "The powers she just used were exactly like the powers Fredrick possessed. And Mira was gifted her powers by the late Mr and Mrs MacCarthy. And everyone in this courtroom knows that Fredrick's powers were nothing like his parents. He was different. He was a hybrid. And the main reason why I am called in this courtroom. Mrs Mira MacCarthy, that is what I would call her after knowing the fact that she is pregnant with Mr Fredrick MacCarthy's child." I gasped loudly as I heard what that old man said in the end. My eyes moistened up as I covered my mouth with my palm.

"Miranda does not see me as enemy "Right," the messenger said. "Are you ready Kristina closed her eyes for a minute and the smoke formed a mirror. The messenger stood by her side to look on the mirror of what he came fo Images shifted like photographs on an album. When it stopped, a vision showed her of the present time. The veil was broken and on the skies flew thousands of creatures. They were not angels nor demons. Those were dragons. Angry dragons throwing fire and water on the skies, showering the place like the earth deserved their wrath. Where were the Magician

she replied almost instantly, making me titter. "Can I get a cup of coffee please?" I tried to hide the sound of exhaustion from my voice but failed miserably. Looking at one of the many paintings hanging on the white painted walls, I couldn't help but admire it the more. It was a painting of a cat, one that I had found when I was on my way to shop for some supplies. I didn't know why I chose it out of other paintings there, but I guess it was an invisible force of attraction. It was a drawing of a weird cat with a colourful background. People thought I was crazy when I bought it. Truth be told, it was quite ugly but I guess I just liked it.

An inexplicable pull drew me closer to the display. The moment my fingers brushed against the glass, a sudden surge of energy coursed through me. My surroundings blurred, and I found myself standing before a gleaming mirror, its surface shimmering like liquid silver. Confusion and awe intermingled as I saw my own reflection merging with the figure on the other side – Lucien.

Another picture. Sent. Seraphina watched those images come in one after the other, her smile growing wider with each one. “Perfect,” she whispered. Her eyes gleamed. “This is exactly what I needed.”