Miraculous Stories Novels & Stories

Yes, accept it. At some point, you are going to have to accept that there are words like faith, like hope and that there are even those things that they are calling miracles. Yet there are people; some might call them beings that play with the lives of others in their hands. This, my dear Mirabelle will be an evil that will come for us. But my love. I can now honestly say that this evil, you should stay at bay. You might think you are going to tear Mirabelle and me apart, where in fact, you will only bringing us stronger and closer towards each other.

a female reporter stutters. I ignore her. As I strut toward the entrance of the building, followed by my enforcers, everyone who sees me coming flees, people shut their car doors, and cars zoom off. “Holy shit! Drive, drive,” a man screams. In the building, people freeze, and some face the wall as if they'll disappear into it. It's no ordinary fear. The goddess laid this curse on me that night 684 years ago. I'm doomed to suffer eternally, hated, feared, and avoided by all living things—to be lonely.

After giving birth like this, the thing that makes me suffer is the difficulty in passing urine because all my bones are crushed. Nothing has changed from my body, except that I have managed to pull out a cute and adorable baby. My body, too, hasn't shrunk. Still, just great. But, I'm grateful and happy with my current status. There is nothing more joyful than being a mother when seeing the innocence of my baby's faces. It makes us forget the pain. The bones and muscles that felt crushed disappeared when he saw that innocent face. This is called a miracle. It's not a lie. The pain that was almost life-threatening evaporates when you hear a baby's cry or when you touch it for the first time.

They play dance dance revolution and failed miserably since none of them can dance. They play Mario Kart, and Tank-Tank she won both, of course. Saga also play claw crane. He didn't win anything though but he did tried —six times to be exact, until Kira decided it was enough. Saga protested about it, telling her he was so close but really he said that everytime and in Kira's defense, it was painful to watch him struggle and keep failing. So she asked him if they can play another shooting game instead because she quiet enjoyed it.

Scarlet, determined to bridge the gap of three years, began filling Ezra in on the events that unfolded in her absence. With each word, Scarlet painted a vivid picture of the family's journey in her absence. The news of their grandfather's demise struck Ezra's heart, the revelation of his last moments waiting for her leaving a heavy ache. Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented.

the world went black. The young immortal princess groaned, blinking rapidly as she forced away the last folds of sleep. She stretched, her small frame burning against the pain of her magical outburst; her mind instantly snapping into action. Elika shot up, her eyes shifting in all direction as she gasped, fearful of how many people she had butchered; though unintentional, she knew that she had harmed more people than she could ever admit to herself. Her eyes widened as she took in the dense forest around her, the trees towering above her as the brightening sun scorched her eyes. She blinked, snapping her head away from the harsh light of day, her entire body frozen with confusion. Her mind p

Each reflection told a different story, hinting at a potential future. "The Mirror of Destinies," she whispered, her voice filled with reverence and caution. "It will show you the paths available, but remember, each choice comes with its consequences." I approached the mirror, my hand hovering above its liquid surface. Each ripple revealed a different scene, a different life. There was one where Alex and I stood united against a massive horde, another where we were separated by insurmountable barriers, and yet another where peace had been achieved, and our world was a fusion of humans and supernaturals.

**Chapter 2: The Mysterious Garden of Luminara** One story, in particular, had captivated Roberick's imagination. It was the tale of the Garden of Luminara, a place rumored to exist in a realm beyond the known. It was said to be a garden of unearthly beauty, where flowers of iridescent hues bloomed, and the night sky shimmered with stars even during the day.

Aunt Sarafina replied Mira's heart left her chest for a beat, she was wishing that the part her mum said in the story about the mate thing was also a myth too, because how can her soulmate be someone she haven't ever met before! "Calm down dear," Aunt Sarafina smoothened Mira's hair "It's against my right as a human" Mira said "I'll remind you that this is not the human world my dear" Aunt Sarafina said calmly with a smile to not make the girl misunderstand the message she was passing Mira looked up to her and studied her face, "so what is it that you want to explain?" Mira asked

Immediately, the cloth began to glow with a faint purple light. "Interesting," she murmured, holding it up to the window. "What does that mean?" "There's magical residue in your blood. Something I've never seen before." She tucked the cloth into her bag and pulled out a thick leather journal. "The signature is ancient, powerful. Divine, even." "Divine?" My voice came out as a croak. "Magic that comes from the gods themselves, rather than mortal practitioners." Mira flipped through pages covered in careful notes and detailed diagrams. "I've only seen traces of it in very old texts. It's incredibly rare."