Miraculous Theories Novels & Stories

Oh, my balls! “Miracle is a stubborn wolf,” Viviana said. She took another step towards me. I frowned. Her closeness was killing. I wanted her. She didn’t. “Guess Moon and Miracle are made for each other. The goddess really thought through.” I said. This time, I was certain. My words made sense. To me. At least.

That’s our mission. The main reason people believe that theory is because the magical creatures that come through it are like zombies: mindless, violent, and lifeless. Every last one of them is twisted and dark, driven by one thing only—kill. No matter how much damage they take, no matter if you stab them through the heart or the brain, if the head stays on, they keep moving.

Morgana explained with a sad smile on her face. I wondered why she looked sad despite the smile. Her smile didn't reach her eyes. "Who did this?" Sage asked with squinted eyes. "Cause I'm sure this isn't a thing back at the kingdom. This is related to black magic." He frowned. "Yeah, it isn't a thing in our world since it's a spell." Morgana shrugged. "But someone went extra miles to protect the people." "That must be Mila." Sage said. "She never grows up. The risk is huge." He complained.

And Camille was the perfect pawn to use against him. Because she was Michael’s only weakness. It was like hitting two birds with one stone. ‘Now, if only she would cooperate better with the plan,’ he thought to himself as he sat up in bed, feeling irritation slip into his gut. Camille was getting a little rebellious lately. Maybe it was because she thought she had a fallback if she ever got ruined — and that was Michael McGregor. Christian groaned as he felt a killer hangover attack his head. He looked over and saw a glass of water on his bed and a single pill. It seemed that Camille had left it there for him. How thoughtful.

After a few seconds, she greeted him joyfully, “It’s you, Master!” “Yeah.” James nodded lightly. “You’re finally back,” Mirabelle said with a hint of guilt lingering in her voice. Sensing her unusual expression, James was compelled to ask, “What’s wrong?” Mirabelle said, “I tried to stop the Omnipotent Lord from merging the twelve universes. However, many Macrocosm Ancestral Gods were killed when they refused to agree with him. The Omnipotent Lord is far too strong, and I didn’t have the strength to stop him.”

—Ricardo was startled by his father's statement and must have understood that I had premeditated that night. ― I had said that I regretted dying without having the joy of seeing a grandchild born and Manuela revealed that she dreamed of having a child with Ricardo. That's why we made our requests to the Universe and it sent us more than two miracles, but three. My health and my two grandchildren. And now I want to make a toast to my Christmas miracles. Everyone raised their glasses. Alice and I had the fruit juice, but it had the same meaning as the champagne they all drank. Later, after the distribution of gifts, I asked Ric if he was disappointed in me and he replied:

I repeated helplessly with the growing emotion stirring in my body. The most amazing thing about miracles is that they happen. Chesterton, Gilbert Keith.

Jackson pursed his lips. He didn’t know whether to believe or not. He had also read about rebirth and reincarnation in ancient texts…. But they were all myths…. No one had ever reported or seen anyone proof. “I don’t want you to make a hasty decision.” Mira smiled. “I will give you a small proof.” Jackson raised his eyebrows skeptically; it would be a lie to say that his interest was not aroused.

she said with a playful wink. A faint smile flickered in Renee’s eyes. “Do you believe this pin holds miracles? Like the Queen in the story…?” Danice asked after a moment. Could the legend of miracle, renewal, and luck be true? “…I’m not sure. But… I believe in miracles.” Renee had no other explanation for his strange dreams—those vivid images and emotions that seemed to come from another life, another time, or another space. Those unexplainable phenomena.

"We do not weigh requests based on reasons. But based on the truth in your heart." He raised one hand, and from the ground, a circle of light emerged. A circle of confession—an inner ritual used only to test those with traces of death spirits. "One step inside, and your heart will be opened. Truth and lies will be revealed not to us, but to yourself." Sua stared at the circle. A cold aura swept over her feet. Rai dismounted with deep concern. "Stop!" "Do not interfere," the monk cut in. "Violence will not save anyone in this land."