Miraculous Stuff Novels & Stories

The air stilled. Every Guild survivor froze. The silence was worse than the roar. And then the wall bled. Black veins spread through the stone, glowing faintly as if lit from within. The monastery shuddered, cracks spidering out. From those cracks seeped mist — not smoke, not dust. Mist that curled in tendrils, whispering against the skin, carrying voices that weren’t voices at all. One thief staggered toward it, eyes glassy. “Mother?” he whispered.

"No, why?" "You remember what I said earlier, right? Spirit crystals are magical items that have unique and extraordinary powers. It is the source of the power of the gods and goddesses. Without Spirit Crystals they are nothing! Can you imagine, if people who worship and glorify Gods know their God is just an ordinary human being who has magical items?"

Ezra, choosing silence over words, listened intently, realizing she had no answers to the myriad of questions Scarlet presented. A sudden pause hung in the air, and Scarlet's gaze shifted from the plate to Ezra. "I am getting old," she confessed, her eyes distant. "I want you to come back and live with us. I don't want to hurt you, but you can't leave us like that." Scarlet's plea hung in the air, the vulnerability in her eyes revealing a loneliness that had settled in over the years.

She said wild eyed. I chuckled. “No,” I helped her get up. “Guys, look.” Sil pointed at the wall where the black hole first appeared. A ring formed in the wall, a crowded street was on the other side, as if it was some sort of wormhole or something. No one seemed to be paying us any attention. “The Ackbeth.” Luna said with a smile playing on her lips. The place looked like a normal market. Vendors here and there shouting out what they have. Shoppers with extremely big bags on both their arms.

Delicate rivulets of tears streamed down her otherworldly face, prompting me to approach through the aqueous space with a blend of urgency and caution. As I reached her, I wrapped my arms around her delicate form in a cautious hug, even as my lungs ached for air. In the midst of this surreal encounter, I experienced a miracle—I could breathe beneath the water's surface as easily as I could above it. Her physical presence against mine validated the existence of magic. My perception of reality shattered, replaced by a sense of wonder that reverberated through my mind. Magic wasn't just a faded echo of history; it pulsed powerfully within me.

Micah said. "But we couldn't find it because the coordinates were a bit confusing but I'm so close to figuring them out. But, when we do find them, opening it might be a bigger challenge because, and I'm pretty certain of this, it has to require some sort of magic to unlock it. Magic from a Ginx or maybe even more," Mr Philip said. "Magic from us?" Lydia asked. "Yes, and maybe from someone like that Ginx that was trying to kill you guys," Micah answered.

Nueva pretended to be grumpy and stared at Mira with icy eyes. Mira slowed her steps and looked worried for a moment. "Um, did I do something wrong" she mumbled, and her green eyes flicked nervously between Agnes and Nueva. "I will fill you in later, darling" Agnes pinched Mira's freckled cheek and turned her focus back to Nueva. "To answer your question, Moon Water is susceptible to earthly energy from the Moon. So it can become a talisman, for spells or future rituals."

The problem with miracles is that once they start happening, everyone gets suspicious when mornings are normal. So when I woke up and found tiny glowing packages hanging from the lantern tree outside my window— I immediately assumed reality was malfunctioning again. Reasonable conclusion. The package looked like a small silver star wrapped in ribbon made of light. It dangled gently from a lantern vine swaying in the sunrise. When I touched it, the ribbon untied itself. Inside sat a single polished stone. Nothing magical-looking.

A position that allowed me to view it clearly, whether I was working at my desk or lounging in bed. The Moonmirror was one of the most expensive things I had ever purchased. A rare, nearly extinct relic from the Yurellian age. I rarely put it to use. Pouring the sacred water that came with it into a shallow ceremonial bowl, I dipped the mooncloth in and wiped away the fine layer of dust that had settled on the mirror’s surface. Then, I pressed both palms against the glass and whispered the activation words: “Aikan’zarr elst vele’.”

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.