Miraculous Stuff Novels & Stories

I glance beside me and there stood the seer. Proud look on his face with a smile. “What is happening right now?” I found myself asking, the seer chuckle beside me. “Miracle.” That was all he said, soon the courtyard filled with people, living beings, no dead bodies and the blood that dirtied the floor was gone too as if magically wiped clean. Then the boy lowered his hands and the snow stopped.

“I don’t know what magic you did to it before, but it waned off last night.” “It’s a Miraiqen, I told you. Your emotions are high.” “Yeah, yeah… Whatever you say.” I let out a deep breath, resting my head on the headrest. Zavere lets me go and starts the car. “The wounds are supernatural and won’t heal naturally,” he says. “It only disappears once you can control your feelings.”

“And It didn't like it.” The candle flame bent again. The wax cracked softly, dripping down the side. My patience was thinning. “You’re dancing around the point.” Miranda ran a hand through her hair again, clearly trying to organize her thoughts. “I have entered many minds before,” she said. “Broken curses. Pulled people out of magical comas. Even fought things hiding in someone’s consciousness.” She paused. “But this…” she muttered, almost to herself, “…this felt ancient.” That word lingered in the air.

He was acutely aware of how vulnerable he felt, sitting at the table, surrounded by unfamiliarity and danger. "I... I was looking for the Fruit of Miracles," he stammered, speaking quickly as if to distance himself from the foolishness of his earlier wish. "I heard that it grants strength and power. So... I snuck out," he admitted, shame creeping into his voice. ‘Fruit of MIracles?’ Elena wondered in her mind, ‘For the longest time I have lived here, I haven’t heard anything like that.’ She looked at Alterna to confirm if she really did hear it right. But Alterna just shook her head.

But the older witches long for this time when they will once again be able to see and experience the grandure of how it was before the reign of the black witches. Mira suddenly felt a feeling of belongingness and unaware that tears are steaming from her eyes washing the stain in the mother crystal a tear that was like magic spreads and cleanse the years of oppression and bad deeds. Then when the mother crystal was totally cleaned and clear of any stain, Mira was envelope with incandescent reflection. An apparition appeared in front of her, glowing with equally bright reflection. The eyewitness ot what is happening was in awe. 'Mira my daughter I have been waiting for a long time for you

a woman murmurs. She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births WERE the Miracle. We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There’s no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.

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.

I held the wine glass up to the light, inspecting the depth of the ruby liquid, dismissing the sentiment immediately. “Miracle?” I gave a short, dry laugh that lacked any humor. “There is no such thing. This is logistics, Lieutenant Colonel. It is the efficient application of overwhelming force, coupled with the rigorous enforcement of discipline and economic necessity. Miracles are the opium peddled by priests. I deal in results.” Selie accepted the correction instantly, bowing slightly as she prepared to leave.

Rings, crafted with ancient symbols and powerful enchantments, seemed to pulse with energy when she touched them. Magical trinkets were scattered throughout the wardrobe, adding an extra touch of wonder. Tiny glass vials held ethereal mists, capturing the essence of dreams and granting a momentary escape to far-off lands. Enchanted hairpins adorned with miniature stars emitted a soft, celestial glow when placed in one's locks. A mirror, framed in glistening silver, possessed the ability to reveal hidden truths and reflect the wearer's inner beauty. The mirror was magical; it would show a person in the clothes they imagine wearing. Beside the clothes already present in the wardrobe, the wardr

Anna assured me while squeezing my hand in support and I smiled at her. My eyes wandered back to Miracle and our eyes met for a second before she looked away with a frown. Either she thinks I'm creepy or she can feel something that she couldn't explain. The party continued and everyone gave their gifts to her, including me. My gift was not anything expensive but the latest invention of my company. A hi-tech pillow that will automatically adjust according to the user's body position. It also has a cooling and warm function, according to the room's temperature. Plus, it has a massage function that can help the user relax or get rid of a headache. Miracle had her brain open recently and I figur