Miraculous Reveal の小説・ストーリー

Tonight is not for me, but for her. I stepped out wearing nothing but the robe, not bothering to hide it anymore and Miracle gasped softly when she saw it. I witnessed how her eyes and breathing changed. It seems like I'm not the only one who hasn't gotten laid in a while. 'Mark, you motherfūcker, you are the most stupid man I have ever met, but thanks because I will be able to enjoy this feast.' I walked closer to Miracle who was standing in front of the bed, every step was predatory, urging her to run away. When I was close enough, I let my hand feel her shape, her face, neck, until it stopped at the offending tie hiding what's now mine.

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

It had always been her. My breath trembled as I stepped toward the ornate glass mirror in the center of the room. It wasn’t just a mirror—it was the one a Seer would have spoken of. A mirror of truth. A mirror that revealed not what one wanted to see, but what they needed to understand. And tonight, it revealed me. Not the Alpha of Blood moon or the CEO of Vermont industry, not the warrior Alpha who had stormed Crescent Moon or who struck fear into alphas. No—beneath all that, it revealed a man too blind to see he had been undergoing a test from the moment she entered his life.

A silver pendant hung at his throat, marked with the same spiral that glowed beneath Seraphine’s fingers. “My Queen,” he said, bowing deeply. “The hunters you sent have failed. The girl lives.” Seraphine didn’t move. “I know.” The man looked up, confused. “Then why—” She rose slowly to her feet, her long gown whispering against the floor. “Because failure is a necessary path to revelation. The flame revealed itself when she tried to hide it. I needed to see it awaken.” She turned toward the cracked mirror beside the altar. The reflection showed not the ruin around her, but a vast desert of gold and fire — a place that pulsed with light like a beating heart.

"You are the Miracle Doctor. You are Lyra St. James. You are Thalassa Miravel. You are all of them and you are about to change everything." The reflection did not answer, but the eyes behind the mask looked a little less sad than they had this morning. That was something…right?

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

And then, with a final, dramatic flourish, Mira slammed her hand down on the desk before her. "The truth shall be revealed!" Her voice echoed through the room. "THE TRUTH SHALL BE REVEALED!" Axel felt his wolf stir uneasily, a sense of foreboding washing over him. The wind stopped abruptly, and the candles' flames steadied. Mira pulled out a crystal ball from her robe pocket and held it up to the light. "Look into the crystal, Axel. Look deep into the past and see the truth of your daughter's birth." "She is MY daughter!" He howled as he took a step forward. The candle flames burned bright in his anger as he stared into the ball of pure coven witchcraft.

The illusions converged, concealing the truth in a veil of mystery. As the trio prepared to confront the ultimate revelation, the mirage of the oasis quivered, and a cryptic force unfurled in the air. A cliffhanger hung in the balance, the true test awaiting them, obscured by the sands of time and the guardian's haunting whispers.