Miraculous Stories Novels & Stories

"They were not originally kings in our world, although one went on to be. The two kings were rulers over the creatures that inhabit Pro Speculuorum. The creatures, very human in appearance, are called Miraculum, it means 'object of wonder,' named as such by humans who were captivated by these beautiful and mysterious creatures, looking upon them with fascination. See Cooper, when human beings look in a mirror, they hope to see the best, most ideal, version of themselves looking back. The Miraculum are this ideal, they are the best possible reflection of humans, a seemingly perfect version. They are beautiful creatures to behold, intriguing in their mystery and charm, charismatic smile and ey

However, the means to do so had always eluded me. "How can I do that?" I asked, eager for guidance. The woman's face lit up with a knowing smile. "Luna, are you aware of the legend of the dead coming back to life?" she asked quietly. The idea sounded grim, but it made me curious. "I am not familiar with it. What does the legend say?" "In ancient times, it was believed that if someone stepped over a corpse, it could reanimate and transform into a monstrous being. To prevent any supernatural repercussions, the person who stepped over it would have to step over it again," the woman explained.

The Omnipotent Lord froze before he asked, “What happened?” Mirabelle Joandra crawled up from the ground and wiped the blood trace off her lips before sitting in a lotus position on the ground to heal her injuries. Her face was pale, and she seemed to be in a wretched state as she said feebly, “I encountered a powerful Lord in the Dark World and was injured by her.” The Omnipotent Lord’s expression was grim. He knew that Mirabelle had cultivated eight Macrocosm Powers. Now, however, she had gotten injured in the Dark World. Although he did not know much about the Dark World, he had heard of some of the most infamous Lords.

"The miraculous?" "A beautiful girl who appears in a forest glade and heals wounds with a touch?" His smile was warm and genuine, free of the calculating interest I'd learned to recognize in the few strangers who'd discovered our sanctuary over the years. "That sounds like the beginning of every fairy tale I ever loved as a child." "Fairy tales usually don't end well for the magical creatures," I pointed out, though I couldn't help smiling in return. "Then perhaps it's time for a different kind of story," he said softly.

Walter was simply a supreme-level monster! Initially, they had assumed Walter was undoubtedly the Miracle Doctor Sect's sect mascot. Now Norm, who had produced nine Divine Veins, was telling them this was merely Chase's contracted beast? What kind of bizarre sect was this Miracle Doctor Sect? How were they so capable of producing miracles? A Supreme Elder with nine Divine Veins, then a contracted beast with eight! Everyone present felt reality becoming increasingly surreal. "My master is the Miracle Doctor Sect's leader!" Walter, unable to bear their stares any longer, spoke up.

she whispered softly. That figure stood before her once again, aiming a gun right at her. "I... I have already been through this," Sua murmured, her knees nearly giving way. However, the voice of the incantation within her was not yet finished. Shivering, she pressed on. "That which rusts, that which freezes. Shall no longer bind the soul's traces. Let all shadows go home in the light. Return, return in peace." The illusion began to crack. The light of the incantation circled Sua's body, and the wartime world shattered like glass struck by a hammer.

I felt a wave of empathy and pain swell within me, almost overwhelming. Closing my eyes, I reached out and placed my hand gently on the boy’s head. Warmth spread from my fingertips, and when I opened my eyes, the boy stood upright, his wounds healed, his vitality restored. A gasp of astonishment swept through the crowd. I didn’t fully understand how it happened. Perhaps it was the piece of the Moon Goddess in me, carried as her descendant, that made this miracle possible. One by one, people approached, seeking blessings or sharing their burdens. I listened to their pleas, offering them the solace and solutions they sought. Each left with their wishes fulfilled, their faces shining with grati

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.

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied: