Miraculous Trivia Novels & Stories

She growled as she was back to her feet, almost in a flash. I saw fire balls erupt from my hands and she threw them at me. I instinctively dodged it and it hit the couch. But to my surprise, instead of the couch burning up in flames, the fire died down as soon as it hit the couch. I turned to Clara. She also looked surprised nothing happened as well. Mom Megan must have done something before she left. "Mila," she called. My eyes darted to her wriggling fingers. Her right hand became red. Clara began to walk up to me slowly and I began to trace my steps backwards.

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.

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.