Miraculous Theory Novels & Stories

“Apparently fairness is the only virtue this parasite believes in.” Mirra didn’t smile. Instead, she looked past them, toward the center of the nexus, where the faint shimmer of the Veil could sometimes be sensed if you knew how to look sideways at reality. “It’s not done,” she said. “It’s just changing tactics.” Selene’s magic shivered in agreement. “This time,” she said, meeting Mirra’s gaze, “we don’t wait for the next trick to hit us in the teeth.” Mirra The soil under her boots felt wrong.

Mother Mary explained to Mirabel, who was staring at the Laki sand. She walked to a round stone table in the middle of the room and pressed her hand into the interior of the table, causing the inner part of the table to go in and shortly reveal a round orb that was emitting a dense blue light. "What is that?" Mirabel asked as she walked forward to stand beside Mother Mary at the table. "It's the Blue Miracle." Mother Mary smiled as she spoke and stared at the blue orb. "The Blue Miracle." Mirabel nodded as she repeated, completely clueless as to what the Blue Miracle was.

Walter was simply a supreme-level monster! Initially, they had assumed Walter was undoubtedly the Miracle Doctor Sect's sect mascot. Now Norm, who had produced nine Divine Veins, was telling them this was merely Chase's contracted beast? What kind of bizarre sect was this Miracle Doctor Sect? How were they so capable of producing miracles? A Supreme Elder with nine Divine Veins, then a contracted beast with eight! Everyone present felt reality becoming increasingly surreal. "My master is the Miracle Doctor Sect's leader!" Walter, unable to bear their stares any longer, spoke up.

If anyone was strong enough to pull off the shift of power and stop souls from passing over to the afterlife, it was Mira. He just hoped that she didn't lose her own soul in the process. Too many Light Oracles have tried and failed in the past. But one has never been quite as unique as Mira by being part Light Oracle and Lycan. MIRA lowered herself onto the surface, she knelt beside Clohe and picked her head up off the ground, and she breathed life back into her. A white mist departed from Miras' lips and it entered Clohes' mouth. Within seconds, Clohe sucked in one deep breath before her jaw fell open and a flutter of black butterflies exited her mouth.

Lily explains to me and the frown adorning my forehead, deepens. My eyes move to rest on Miracle's face. The dark circles are encircling her eyes. Her face is all dirty and pale. Her cheekbones look too prominent. My heartbeat quickens, realizing the fact that she is going to die if her abilites don't start working soon. “ Miranda can fix this probably. ” Lily suggests and I snap my head at her. Miranda is a witch who lives in our pack boundaries. She is the niece of Amanda who is the Oracle.