Miraculous Stuff Novels & Stories

The flowing floral printed jacket completed the look making me look and feel pretty. "I'm trying to get your mind off the stress you're dealing with" El said heading to the changing room. I hummed not believing her. We both knew this was more for herself than for me. El couldn't shop for herself mostly because she wouldn't be able to lift all the bags of clothes she got. I headed over to the pile of clothes lying on the chair before picking up a dress to try out.

she replied to everyone while cheerfully waving her hands and looking around. “Woah! What is this?” she asked a seller as she picked up a weird looking item from his table. The seller wasted no time as this is an actual potential buyer: “Good day, Young Lady! Four months ago, I traded with a group of merchants who called themselves Miracle. They said this could make fire and even showed me how, but it never worked for me. It should suit a curious girl such as yourself, young lady!” Aryan inhaled deeply and saved the lectures for later. He dismounted from his horse and went towards Amaryah.

This made him hurt and angry at the same time. He was hurt that she has been suffering silently without anybody to help her. He was angry that she did not trust him enough to tell him her troubles. What he saw was not an ordinary thing. He had never heard of someone's body parts turning transparent nor even heard about it. It was his first time for him such a miracle, or should he call it horror? " I'm sorry." That's all Mira could say as she stifled a sob.

Gordon looked at Kiran and held his hand, saying, “I’m sorry to trouble you again, Miracle Doctor!” Kiran could feel Gordon’s sincerity from his firm handshake. He smiled and said, “No worries, but I can’t guarantee that I can cure her.” “Miracle Doctor? Gordon, are you sure he’s not a con man? How could a young man like him be a Miracle Doctor?” Steve looked at Gordon and exclaimed. Pfft! Haha… The ladies around him laughed tauntingly. “Gordon, my sister doesn’t have an ordinary disease. It’s a psychosomatic illness. If I hadn’t invited Father Larson, we wouldn’t have been able to control her at all.”

I finished saying the things that have been eating me for so long. “Arjun, listen to me carefully. I had seen both of your reports and everything is normal. As normal as it should be to get pregnant.” He said and I hummed in reply. He continued, “Now irrespective of everything being normal, things are not going the way it should go. There are things which is beyond our understanding, some call it God’s grace or law of nature or some universal force and in our field we call it a miracle.” “Stop being a philosopher and get to the point.” I mocked him.

Diana asked with a serious face. Dr. Stone's eyes widened. It was a well-known fact in the supernatural world that the tears of a divine being, even a person with a string of divinity from an ancestor, were a miracle healing elixir said to bring back people on the verge of death. However, it was almost impossible to get your hands on such a thing.

he asked narrowing his eyes, I walked to the mirror this time holding it and checking it "I didn't find anything odd about it but I still feel it is different in a magical way, I think it's me who just canton use it" I said keeping it gently, I lifted it up a little and I could see his reflection on it he didn't seem satisfied with my answer "why do you look like you don't believe me" I asked still looking at his reflection, he looked surprised and I felt as though I had read his mind in the mirror, I was right then, the mirror was magical. Only it was a mind reading mirror, "what did you I came here?" I asked looking at his reflection on the mirror as I waited for the mirror to do its thing

“She will come bearing a gift. A shard of the soul mirror, tainted with Mirari’s blood. This is the girl you have been looking for.” It wasn’t that I doubted the goddess of wisdom and knowledge. I simply stopped believing that things would ever change. That our problem had any form of solution. I plucked the jagged piece of mirror out of thin air. Over the years, the most basic forms of magic were taking more and more energy. It was an omen; one I wasn’t quite ready to face. Faint pulses of magic clung to the scrap, tied within the dried specks of blood. Disbelief formed crystals of ice in my chest, muffling the flame the mortal had stoked.

He looked at his hand before he looked up to stare at me. "You'll be fine, I suppose." I smiled at him. "Oh my God! No!" He suddenly cried out. "I won't." He whined. "You won't fall, I promise huh?" I smiled. "But this..." "You'll do just fine." I cut him off. "Look! You're standing up right without any issues." I told him and he stared at his feet. "You'll be fine." I mentioned and went off to stand beside Morgana. I noticed Morgana was using her fire powers so I decided to activate my whirlwind strength. It was something I recently discovered I had.

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.