Miraculous Stuff Novels & Stories

"He kept showing up when I felt worst. Said weird things about my energy." A beat of silence. Then Derek exhaled, shaking his head. "Energy draining is rare. Some call it ‘witch sickness.’ There’s no real cure, just… prevention." He abruptly changed the subject, pulling a book from the shelf. "This spell sharpens memory. Temporary, but useful before exams." As he leaned in to point out a passage, his shoulder brushed hers—and he froze. "Your magic," he murmured. "It feels… different." Rita forced a laugh. "Probably Pru’s amulet." She tapped the charm at her throat—a decoy.

"Today's been a mess. Thought I'd swing by, say hi, maybe steal a croissant if you weren't looking. Since you're off playing dance mum, I'll finish my tart and head out." "What happened?" I told her. She swore loud enough to make my phone rattle. "That's ridiculous. And that's twice in one week." "Exactly what I was thinking. Apparently, my bad luck's trending." "Mira, that is not normal. You need a cleanse." "You mean like a spa?" "No. A spiritual cleanse. Psychic stuff." I blinked at the window. A pigeon landed on the sill and stared at my tart. "Since when are you into all that?" I waved at the pigeon; it didn't wave back.

Perinwinkle said, "We assist now." "Riley, Lia, Lance, and Zain, come with me," she ordered. The spell she had cast on me seemed to break, and I could move my body again. As the door opened, rushing outside, I saw Vesper atop the monster, gripping its horn while it turned around in circles. Kelani was nearby, avoiding getting trampled. "Enchant this," Mrs. Periwinkle brought out a knife with a golden handle and a bronze blade. She handed it to Lia while Riley went on to enchant it.

He thought it was over for him and that the sickness would probably take his life, he didn't expect that a miracle would happen. The atmosphere suddenly changed and even Mr. Pushkin noticed it. He knew the only person that has the power to change the atmosphere wherever he steps his foot on. That was his first grandson, Dmitry. Seeing Dmitry standing a step away from the door, he walked closer to him, "Dmitry, see... I'm better now." Dmitry squinted his almond shaped emerald eyes, "how is that possible?" "Well, a miracle Doctor healed me." The man twisted his body for his grandson to see that he was fine now. The old man was acting like a playful little child. He was so happy.

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.

I broke the second padlock and to my utmost surprise, three books were wrapped separately in plastic. The first book I took from the box was captioned “the secret codes for miracle activation by chanters and conjurers”. I didn’t waste much time on it. I put it down and took the second book and it was captioned “the secret sacred facts about Elixir” just as I took that book I felt the vibration of my astral mirror. I was shocked because it has been silent for the past two weeks. I checked and the words on it were” thank your old friend you used to play with 7 years ago, you named it Wonder”

What you think and believe is what you get. Miracles really happen. They do happen.

but before she could respond, a hand lifted calmly. Mira. “Professor,” Mira said gently, standing. “May I answer the question?” The professor smiled, pleased. “By all means. Finally, someone who values my lectures.” Scarlet’s fingers curled into fists under the desk. Mira straightened, confidence radiating from her like a slap. “Magical substances like enchanted crystals and refined stones can neutralize the effects of wolfbane when bonded properly to the bloodstream.” The professor clapped once. Then again. “Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Well done, Mira.”

Now that she did, it turned out that George was so impressive in the bed. Noticing the weird stare Sigrid was giving him, Lucas did not understand what was going on. "This broken mirror is a Purification Mirror, and it can also be used to exorcise spirits. That's what he claims," Elizabeth told Sigrid. Sigrid stared at the mirror, trying to see if there was any mechanism that could directly turn this mirror into an exorcising tool. However, after inspecting it for a long time, she still couldn't wrap her head around it.

“Mattie, what kind of childish nonsense is that?” “It’s a popular spot around here. The Miracle Well is where hopeful individuals come to wish for miracles in their lives. They say that if you wish for a miracle there, or perhaps an impossible wish, there’s a good chance it’ll come true.” Matthew shrugged. “From what I heard, some wishes get granted, and some don’t. Sometimes, it depends on how desperate and sincere the person is.” Allison was unconvinced. “It sounds silly.”