Miraculous Revelator Novels & Stories

She couldn’t believe that this was happening. She had hoped fervently to herself that Christian wouldn’t use this kind of method on her again. It was so low, exposing her and her former family’s history, and even including other people in it… The revelation, when she first learned of it, had been shocking. It turned out that everything - all the little pieces of the past - were connected. Even the ones that seemed trivial at first were actually relevant to the present. “You’re not leaving me any choice, are you?” she said quietly.

How—' The woman smiled, sad and sharp. 'Not Elowen, not fully. Mira. Reborn through the bloodline, the curse's echo. I waited for this.' Revelation slammed me; my sister, my lover in twisted past lives, pulling strings from death. Emotions surged—betrayal, longing, rage. 'You? All this time? The pact, the rage—you did this to me!' I surged up, fists clenched, the grove's magic pressing back like invisible hands.

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.

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

Not that she minded that. “Right. Okay…” Pearl put right hand on the tomb and her left held a mysterious device. A magic circle appeared on the palm of her right hand. The entire tomb glowed with violet radiance. “Hear my voice, gatekeepers of heaven and hell. I beseech you to return what you took. I beseech you to grant us life. For the sake that we bring peace to the world. May his soul return to his body. May he walk again. May he strive again. May he rule again. Supreme Magic: [Revival]!”

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.

May flicked a grape at his forehead. "Yeah," Nathan lied. The scent of Rita's magic—ozone and wildflowers—cut through the din of the hall. His wolf whined in his chest. Allure. The word slithered through his mind like his father's voice. Was this all it was? Some spell she didn't even know she was casting? Kai leaned in, grinning. "Or are you too busy not staring at—" Nathan stood so fast his chair screeched. "Library," he gritted out.

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.

Suddenly, a motorcycle shot out of a nearby alley and headed straight for us. I instinctively pulled Calvin out of harm's way, but it was too late for me to dodge. At that moment, a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me back. I was pressed flush against a broad chest, and I heard my savior's racing heart. Skyler held me tightly and said soothingly, "You're safe. You're safe, Rory." My knees were weak from the fright, and I was still terrified. For some reason, the scene of Skyler saving me overlapped with my memories of being saved in the past. A thought formed in my mind.

This was no ordinary mountain ground. A voice slid into my mind, not a sound, but a thought that wasn’t mine. “Come closer, Clarissa.” I swallowed hard. “Who are you?” The answer shimmered through me, neither male nor female, heavy with an echo that felt like it came from a thousand mouths at once. “I am Xireth. The Spirit of Mirrors. I hold the faces you’ve hidden from yourself.” Before I could ask more, my vision shifted. For the first time in days, light poured in. It was not sunlight, not the muted colors of the real world, but silver light that glowed from everywhere at once. I gasped at what I was seeing, the blindness was gone.