Miraculous Reveal Novels & Stories

Randall, Marcus and I approached the center, where an old altar rested. Before the altar, I felt a pulsating energy, as if the earth itself was sharing its wisdom. It was time to reveal the hidden truth, to confront my father and understand the extent of his involvement in the curse. I took a deep breath, feeling the strength of the pack around me. I was no longer alone on this journey. Together, we would face the truth and pave the way for redemption. As the stars sparkled above us, the ritual of revelation began. Ancient words were singed, invoking the power of that sacred place. A bright light enveloped the altar, illuminating our faces with a divine glow.

Mother Mary explained to Mirabel, who was staring at the Laki sand. She walked to a round stone table in the middle of the room and pressed her hand into the interior of the table, causing the inner part of the table to go in and shortly reveal a round orb that was emitting a dense blue light. "What is that?" Mirabel asked as she walked forward to stand beside Mother Mary at the table. "It's the Blue Miracle." Mother Mary smiled as she spoke and stared at the blue orb. "The Blue Miracle." Mirabel nodded as she repeated, completely clueless as to what the Blue Miracle was.

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.

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

“I’ll take the over.” The Sanctuary shifted. The air folded—not tore, not shattered. Folded. Like reality itself had been ironed flat just enough to allow an intruder through without wrinkling the wards. Mirelle stepped out of the distortion. She looked… pristine. Silver robes, perfectly aligned sigils, hair braided with ceremonial precision. No visible weapons. No guards. No desperation. Confidence like that was either earned— —or deeply performative. Her gaze landed on me first. Not Lucien.

I crawled over to it and looked at my reflection. My eyes were glowing. It was fucking glowing silver! Pardon me for using the F word, because I'm just too shocked. "No," I whispered. "No, this cannot be real." "It is real," Mira said. "You are waking up, Selvara. And soon, everyone will see what you truly are." I felt dizzy and my head was spinning. Then Nyx moved. She had stepped out of the dark and walked toward me. Her face was pale but her eyes were sharp.

Little did they know that the revelations were but fragments of a grand cosmic design, and the tapestry of destinies they sought to unravel was a continuum of mysteries that spanned across the vastness of the astral realm. Eldric, his eyes reflecting the cosmic panorama, intoned, "Guardians, the revelations you witness are but echoes of a grand cosmic design. As you journey deeper, remember that the tapestry of destinies is ever-unfolding, and the mysteries you unveil may hold the key to the very essence of creation."