Miraculous Truth Novels & Stories

And she struck the reflection with all she was. “I don’t want to be perfect,” she said. “I just want to be true.” The vision screamed and shattered. And in its place— A pendant appeared, floating in the air. A clear crystal shaped like a teardrop, glowing with inner light. The Glass Pendant of Truth. Elira reached for it. And the world returned. --- She collapsed into Lucien’s arms in the real world—his scent grounding her, his voice whispering her name. The others gathered, staring at her in stunned silence.

"And most importantly, we need to confirm whether Mira is telling us the truth." "How do we do that?" Bryn asked, his tone skeptical. I turned to Sin. "The sanctuary has ways of compelling truth, doesn't it? Methods that even a Shadow Wolf couldn't resist?" Sin nodded slowly. "There is a chamber—the Hall of Truth. No lies can be spoken there. But using it requires significant power, and the process is... unpleasant for the subject." "Would it harm her?" I asked, concerned despite my suspicions. "Not physically," Sin clarified. "But it forces one to confront their own deceptions—even those they hide from themselves. Few emerge unchanged."

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

I was dressed in my police uniform, my eyes shining. Gabriella stared at my profile photo for a long time before sending me message after message. "Victor, what on earth are you up to?" "Five years ago, you went rogue and got hundreds of our comrades killed. Wasn't that enough?" "Daniel's dead. They said you were a traitor. I refuse to believe that." "As long as you say you didn't do it, I'll believe you." Gabriella's fingers trembled for a moment before settling on the last message.

They had let me think the worst of them all this time, just so that I wouldn't suffer the weight of these memories. But surviving was not enough, I wanted to live and I would only achieve that by knowing the truth. And the truth was liberating. I no longer felt guilty for feeling the way I did about three different people, but I felt so many inconsistent and unreasonable things. I lost myself in Logan's grey gaze, the sparkle in his eyes, the calmness of his expression, -I... He put his finger on my mouth, “Okay.”

Her hand, placed under the table, clenched into a fist, but she managed to ask with some composure, "So, it was you who took those false pictures?" A flicker crossed Francis's brow. He leisurely poured himself a drink and pushed it toward Candice. "Does it really matter if it's true or not? Nowadays, who cares about the truth?" "What do you want, then?" He took off his glasses, grinning at her. He attempted to reach for her hand again. "Why bother? You know that since Aether Corporation, I've valued you. Now that Alex doesn't want you, do you think you'll fare well in this circle? If even I'm left without a way out, how much better could you be doing compared to me? And I've heard about your

I gently laid Emma on the damp, filthy mattress and peered through the window. A ribbon drifted to the ground. Outside, the garden buzzed with guests celebrating Lucas's successful surgery, unaware of our confinement in the basement. "Mr. Quinn, it's Miss Emma's birthday today. Didn't you promise to spend it with her?" reminded the butler. George snorted, "A fortune-teller said Emma's existence cursed Lucas, causing his leukemia. He and Lily have been struggling for years, making him weak. Don't ruin a good day with bad talk. I'm kind enough not to kick her out. She's got food and shelter, isn't that plenty?"

He's not alone, though. He is surrounded by dozens of wolves, their body taut and their eyes gleaming crimson. “He’s building an army,” Lena whispers. “He’s come to take you.” I turn to Mira. "What are we going to do?" From her shelf, she takes a crystal and presses it into my hand. “This will show you the truth. You have to use it in the moonlight, though. “What truth?” “The full story. Your past, your link, your purpose. Everything.

"Lucy Miller, your mate bond with Ethan Carrillo will be severed. Your information in the wolf clan registry will be erased, and he will never find you again. Are you sure about this?" I kneeled before the Moon Goddess' statue and replied, "I'm sure." "Okay, then." A flash of holy light filled the room, and a vial of potion appeared before me. "Drink this, and you and Alpha Ethan will automatically be divorced in three days. The wolf clan will have no record of you anymore." Without hesitation, I tilted my head back and drank it in one go. When I left the shrine, I had already bought a plane ticket to a northern pack.

He rose slowly, his hands spreading as magic surged outward. “Prepare the Vale,” he commanded. “Every eye must see her clearly.” “And what if she reveals the truth?” a follower asked, uncertainty in their voice. The Prophet’s smile turned sharp. “Then we let her speak,” he replied. “Truth becomes far more dangerous when no one knows which version to trust.” The mirror flickered to life. Aria’s reflection appeared—standing beneath the Moon, serene and unyielding. The Prophet tilted his head, intrigued. “So much hope,” he murmured.