Miraculous Stories Novels & Stories

He paused and shot a shrewd look in their direction, “You need more time don't you?” “The mission has a complication,” Aurelia said in a weak tone. The cracked lips of Gael curved upward, “Do tell.” Over the next few minutes, Aurelia and Zinjo explained the situation and the divine creature. “I've heard of the creature, the people of the golden sands call them Al' Miraj. They are divine creatures, but vicious, unforgiving, and exceptional with magic. I wish you all the luck in the world, just remember there are gentler divine beings in the world, or so I've heard.”

Akira said when Haneul did not answer, "You're one of my best and loyal soldiers. That's why I believe that you didn't do all of this without a reason. If you would just explain it to the court, I'm sure you would be pardoned." "I'm sure that would work, Akira, and I thank you for the concern. But even I don't entirely know the whole story when it comes to the Filipino Mirror's nature. All I know is she's special, different than the other Mirrors we've encountered so far, and that I have to protect her." "Even from me?" Akira frowned, "You know we could've helped you figure out that mystery, Haneul. I could've helped you."

- This sacrifice is for you, drink his soul, enjoy his blood. The dagger entered the heart, cutting off life. Almost immediately, the flames shot up, darkened, hummed softly. “My faithful servant…” a distant cold voice was heard. - Yes, sir, - Sherald, despite the pain in his joints, fell on his shins, bowing his head. I am ready to do your will. “I feel you want to tell me something…” the voice whispered almost affectionately. -That's right, sir. Good news, good news.” The old man laughed harshly. The laughter turned into a strained cough. “I have learned of a miracle, sir. Markats will have lunar twins. The Blessed One herself gave them. Wonderful power! Magic!

A part of his soul. --- Mirage couldn't get enough of her " new " family. They were so kind, so funny, so caring...she couldn't believe how lucky she felt having such people in her life. And now that she knows how they all are, she also wanted to be with her better half, but unfortunately her mind didn't allow it. So instead of moping around and being stressed, she just focused on making her daughter, everyone around them and herself happy, helping them to enjoy and just living every second and every minute of every day.

"His Highness is fine. Oh, of course, His Highness still needs to be careful for a few more days, but all his fatal injuries are healed." "Ah…what a relief." "It’s more than a relief, it’s a 'miracle.'" The word 'miracle' was so embarrassing and unexpected that my eyes widened in surprise, so May sat down on the edge of my bed and reiterated. "Yes, it was a miracle." May looked away with a distant gaze, as if she had lost her sense of reality. She patted the back of my hand and opened her mouth. Her story that followed was a bit unrealistic. She said that when the whole camp was in turmoil from the surprise attack, a purple light spread throughout the camp, so blinding that it was as if ever

Then they moved forward, carrying Mira and our newborn toward the mansion. “Will she be alright?” I mumbled as the head of the healers laid her back to her bed, checking on her pulse. The others were already carrying warm water to clean her body and stop the bleeding. “It’ll take her a long time to fully recover,” the healer then whispered lowly after taking some time to observe her condition. “Actually, what happened in the ritual site was a miracle for all of us. We witnessed something so powerful and impossible to think for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain this, Alpha.”

"You have violet eyes." "I do." "The stories say... the revenant..." "The stories say a lot of things." I did not touch her. I let Seraphina provide the warmth, the safety. I provided only patience, only the stillness of water that did not judge what fell into it. "But I need you to tell me what you saw. Not what the stories say. What your eyes saw." Mira's breath hitched. She looked at Seraphina, who nodded, encouraging.

And the way the story had been twisted, retold, and reshaped into a comforting myth for everyone who needed a miracle to believe in. Rin’s stomach clenched. The memory of those whispered retellings had followed her all her life—*the mother who broke the altar, the miracle that survived.* They had been used to comfort her, to give her a place in the world, to label her as a living proof that peace could be forged. They had also become the very cage she now fought against.

As real as it can be. I stare at Vera’s scans and run my fingers across them, wondering if this is what people call a miracle. Being someone who believes in science more than anything, is this the turning point in my life where I start believing that something else exists too? Something that’s all too powerful and capable of making such miracles happen? I vaguely remember the time when Mom and Dad took me to that temple—the one the Gordons usually went to pray for their ancestors—and told me how, thanks to the sacrifices made by our forefathers, the Gordons had been blessed with three miracles throughout their lives.

She nodded, and the relief on her face was obvious. I studied her for a moment. Money had never been a problem in my family, thanks to my grandmother’s business skills. I could only imagine what it felt like to have debt hanging over your head, affecting your quality of life, and then suddenly having it disappear. The relief and the small smile that appeared on her face made her even prettier. “Thank you, Mr. Torrens... I mean, Albert.” I smiled. “We’re quite a pair of lunatics, aren’t we?”