Miraculous Redesigns Novels & Stories

Chapter 7: Raven Faustus. “Wahh~ it’s so beautiful. I felt like I was in a dreamland.” I was astonished by the mystical serenity as we walked on the long bridge on our way to the heavenly palace. The entrance of the heavenly realm somehow resembles those magical places which can be found in a fairytale book. The concrete bridge is floating above a group of clouds which has the color of the galaxy. It looks like it transported you in the milky way rather than the realm of heaven. Shooting stars and sparkling bubbles are also found in the area and it made the place too splendid. Upon reaching the gate towards the palace, the entire area also look grandeur. Several posts can be seen at the mass

My name is Mirabelle, but my friends call me Mira for short, i'm barely seventeen and about to enter a new phase of my life, I just got admitted into the university of my dreams to study accounting which was not actually what I intended to study at first, but because that was where my mark in post utme landed me or I was not just so lucky....but I accepted to study it anyways because I was determined to leave the house, which I and my siblings called "cage house" funny right?

The fervently religious believed it was the Apocalypse, slower and more drawn out than expected, but they nevertheless awaited the Rapture. And then, out of nowhere, I was born healthy and alive in the wee hours of the morning of December 21, 2031. The next day, Radar arrived. And then came Lights, the first male child. Plush, Rerun and Doc followed, with Sneak bringing up the rear. All of them were born before New Year’s Day. Suddenly, it seemed the human race might not be doomed after all. That’s why we’re called Miracles. We brought hope where previously none had existed.

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.

“I already am.” She kissed his knuckles. “Then we burn the bridges together.” Later that night, Camellia received a second message from Radius: “Burnett will be offered the stage. But she needs a stage that can’t be torn down.” “We’re building a global infrastructure — MirrorGhost at its core. We want Phoenix to anchor it. But without Consortium oversight.” “Will you help us design the future?” Camellia hesitated. This wasn’t just technical anymore. It was political. Philosophical. Revolutionary.

“No glowing potions? No relics? No offense, but you don’t seem to have much. How am I supposed to trust that you can help me when this place looks practically empty?” Alaric nodded in agreement, clearly thinking the same thing. Miranda smiled faintly. “That’s because you’re only seeing what I want you to see.” “That’s because,” Miranda said while brushing her hand along the pale wall, “you’re only seeing what I want you to see.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Alaric asked, frowning. With a flick of her fingers, the entire room transformed before our eyes. The white walls melted away, replaced by rich and the air had the smell of burning incense. A few red candles flickered on metal holders

Into the fortress, which he was now redesigning to include a wing with a yellow door. I stared at the screen until the pixels blurred. He wasn’t just making room. He was redesigning his entire architecture, his sanctuary, around the hypothesis of us. The feasibility study was over. He had moved to the prototyping phase. And in doing so, he had handed me the most terrifying, precious gift: not just a key to his door, but a say in its blueprint. The redemption was no longer a surprise. It was a collaborative design, and he had just laid the first, perfect, foundation stone.

Grainne replied: "No matter what company I worked for, what job I did, I don't remember anything now. Although I still love to design, I don't know what I can design and what it will be like. Therefore, I cannot let the company take the risk, handing over such an important position to a newcomer like me." Grainne's stubbornness seems to have opposed Carwyn to the end. Simon suddenly thought of a good way, immediately calming voice: "Brother, I think this is good. Didn't we change the company name to Mirandas? Then we're going to have the first season of Mirandas fashion design contest. The designer who wins the first prize in the competition can become the main designer and head of the desig

Miracle had braced herself for anything—or so she thought. But what came next wasn't what she feared... it was something no one would have dared to imagine. At the back of her tongue, their blood surprisingly merged. Miracle drew in her brows, an unfamiliar force stirred deep within her. She sensed it—her scars dissolving, her body coming alive with a strength she had never known. Her very essence was being rewritten. Energy surged through her in waves, not simply restoring her, but redefining her—stronger, sharper, reborn.