Miraculous Stories Novels & Stories

Mary told her excitedly. “What if I told you that miracles are magic? And that it doesn’t come from God but from within us and from nature?” Tariana said, watching Mary to see how she would react. Mary looked at her as if she didn’t understand what Tariana had said. Then the gears started turning and as she processed the new information she chewed on her bottom lip. Mary knew Tariana wouldn’t lie to her, she trusted her more than anyone, except for Kopa. But if she believed the Lady, it would mean the church had been lying to her, her whole life. That was a hard truth to accept. The church had been such a major part of her life. Would father Link have lied to her?

She always tells me stories about them. I could remember the story she told me when I was fifteen. It was about a young girl of my age, then, who would try to save her world. She would not have any supernatural powers. And I remembered I asked her; "so how will she survive all the problems?" "She needs friends...she need you. She need to discover her powers." Was all Mom said and I remained confused. She had once told me this same story when I was about six years of age. I always wondered why she repeated the same story.

CAIN POV She knows now. But how? She remembered something? It doesn’t seem like she remembered. It seems like someone told her. Now, I can understand why she wanted that book back so desperately. Miranda is the one who helped her. That book must be the ancient tales book so she can read the old story. But, Miracle is still stupid. She thinks history is true. I can see it in her eyes. She thinks it’s all true without any hint of lie. But what is history, but a truth with hint of lies.

Her canopy tells the story of Fiachra, and how Hymir stands tall despite the odds. “But not all stories are written down nor told just like the story I’m about to tell you. It is not as heroic as Fiachra's but it still tells how Hymir still stands till this day.” Morrigan timidly smiled and looked at Colfre’s eyes. “I won’t tell this story again so you better listen attentively.” Colfre nodded. Morrigan sat straight and looked at herself through the vanity mirror across her.

Even without make-up, she doesn’t do the same hairstyle but yes! ‘I’ve been waiting for too long. Waiting for the day when I will see you again.’ The spirit figure reflected in the mirror came out. One hand reached out, hoping to touch the woman’s figure in front of her. Her red eyes showed longing and sorrow. Mirawadee was startled and immediately backed away. But the more she backed away, she didn’t feel that she was too far away from that spirit. When a spirit figure emerged from the mirror and surged through her body.

ALARIC Moon let go of me the moment Miracle shifted. It was all weird. So strange. So different. So impossible. I was short of words. What the hell just happened? I witnessed it. Miracle was all wrapped up in the fire, raised from the ground, howling at the Moon. The next moment, she was eating it. She just ate that shit or whatsoever it was, to begin with. The most insane thing about all this mess was that she was fine. Not even a single burn. Not a single scratch. She looked like a newly polished mirror. Was I even saying it right? My words and sentences appeared jumbled. Well, not my fault. It was the situation.

Miracle “Are you sure about that?” I jumped at the sweet voice that filled my ears and I turned to see who was intruding on my peace with Mia. In front of me stood a beautiful woman. I have seen no one as beautiful as her. She was a tall woman with a milky white skin. Her platinum blonde hair flew around her as she looked at me with a sweet, gentle smile on her face that enhanced her unique violet coloured eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about your mate?” The sound of her voice broke my trance, and I blinked my eyes, trying to focus. If I was really in heaven, then she must be an angel.

"I'll be going now." That scared me. How can that girl just get colors out of nowhere? It doesn't make any sense. It's too much to be a coincidence. I picked up her wallet, looked for her to give it back to her, and it just so happened that I could see colors around her. After years of literally not meeting anyone with colors, I meet her on my first day here? I won't just accept it so easily. There has to be some kind of catch to this. I'm sorry, Lilac Innocencia, but this will be the first and last time we'll ever talk to each other.

The stories she had shared with Theo melded with the narratives of the dream realm, creating a kaleidoscope of tales that danced before her in a mesmerizing display. As she wandered through this fantastical land, Mama Hazel encountered creatures of myth and magic, each one a guardian of stories untold, a keeper of secrets waiting to be revealed. The characters she met whispered of forgotten tales, of hidden truths, and of the transformative power of storytelling that bound their fates together in an intricate dance of destiny.

I wanted to shower before, but now I had no desire to leave my room. I forced myself to shower. I dressed up and quickly left the room. I was already halfway to Mildred's room when I heard their discussion about fairies. I felt disgusted hearing them. I did want to hear more before I interrupted them. The shock on her face made her white as a ghost. I thought she was going to pass out again. When I asked her who they were talking about. It was Mildred that drew us out of our staring contest. "Mira was just telling me stories that she was told by her mother when she was little."