Miraculous Stuff Novels & Stories

He has been unconscious since. “You said you found something interesting about the mirror,” I ask. “Yes. It’s very old.” “How old?” “Approximately a thousand years old. There are a lot of speculations online about it.” I raise my eyebrow at him. He is not dumb or suspicious. I am surprised that he got excited about this. “Like?” I still ask. “It has dark magic, it can spy on anyone, it can shrink, it can talk. A lot of things,” he explains while I laugh.

Beds that moments before had held death now held breath. One doctor clutched his chest, eyes wide. "It’s a miracle, they’re healed." The words hit me like ice. Miracle? No. Trickery. But my eyes had seen it. How? How had this man done what medicine couldn’t? I didn’t believe in the Moon Goddess the others swore by, nor in seers and their so-called sight. To me, it was all superstition wrapped in lies. And yet here was Norman, robe stained in red, his presence casting him like some sanctified figure.

That very day we ordered our second Christmas miracle. END

“Fuhh...” KRAK KRAK KRAK Miraculous. Ice waves were suddenly created and shot quickly towards all the magical girls. The ice wave locked the feet of everyone there, while several magical girls who seemed to be fighting with each other suddenly froze in pieces of ice so that they couldn't move at all. “W-what is this?” “I-I can’t move.”

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

The room felt charged with a kind of electricity, and Miranda could feel the power of her words building within her. The words themselves were a mixture of incantations, prayers, and affirmations. They spoke of ancient gods and goddesses, of magic and wonder, and of the power that lay within all things. They were a reminder that the world was full of mystery and wonder, and that anything was possible if one knew the right words to say. As she chanted, Miranda's eyes remained fixed on the mirror before her. She could see her reflection staring back at her, and for a moment she wondered if the mirror itself could hear her words. She continued to chant, her voice growing stronger and more confi

It was hard to really pin him down, and even after that, it was hard to lay out the evidence. Because it was easy, he got away again. Amelia was thinking about how to steer the conversation into the context she wanted. Mystic Vale was still saying, "The Soul-Reflecting Mirror really does hurt spiritual forms. I have a way that works for everyone. The Spirit-Pacifying Pillar on my mountain can sense all souls in the world. It doesn't check your roots, just your cultivation. If Ethereal Lumin Hold is willing to let this disciple try it, my Solaris Hold won't say anything more. And I promise, no matter what opportunity is found in front of the Spirit-Pacifying Pillar, Ethereal Lumin Hold can ta

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

He looked at his hand, and I could see the sadness and disappointment in his eyes, but I ignored it. “Come, child,” he said, leading me to the middle of the mirror. “What’s this?” I asked. “This mirror is a magical mirror. It shows every emotion you are feeling; it shows you people you want to see; it shows you your faith; and many other things,” he said, snapping his fingers, and I watched as my face was all over the mirrors.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.