Miraculous Truth Novels & Stories

My vision began to fade. A Soul Walker rushed forward, forcing his hands apart and placing a lunar breathing mask on me. Cold mist filled my lungs, making me cough violently. Darian stepped back, staring at his trembling hands. His expression shifted from shock to confusion, then to fear, and finally to a collapse I had never seen before. Through the fog, I watched him and a faint smile curved my lips. Darian, this is the truth you sought so desperately. Are you satisfied? A sudden gasp came from the audience.

I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position." Valerie suddenly smiled eerily. "It's all he deserves for being so easily swayed by money. It was almost as if he'd never seen it before! He could barely take his eyes off it when I took it from my pocket."

Mira said softly, almost pityingly in her tone. Luna shot her an annoyed look. “What did you do to her? Where is everyone else?” "They're here... somewhere," said Mira, more cryptically than ever, waving a hand at the swirling fog. "The Veil separates what is real from what is fake. At times, it requires truth to stand alone." "I don't trust you," Luna said sharply, her hands curling into fists. Mira smiled. "You don't have to, but trust me on this: the relic is gone, and with it, your connection to the moon's power. Without it, you're vulnerable."

:---------- "Have you checked properly??" ??:------------- "How is it possible??" ??:----------- "Is it really the truth??" ??:------------ "This is totally unbelievable!" ??:-------------- "Okay. Thanks. Bye" ??:------------- Felix hung up shocked from all the information Ben gave to him. He couldn't believe his ears. He slide the phone back into his pocket. He stood there in astonishment. "This is totally strange!!" Felix speed walked out of the building to his car to meet Amelthia. He will ask her himself. If what he was told was true or not.... He needed answers.

“It’s me, Ryan Manchester. Your long, forgotten friendship.” My eyes opened wide in shock, staring at the tall figure a distance in front of me.‘This can’t be true. This ain’t real.’ I thought, taking steps backwards till my back was against the door.I gulped.The ghost of Manhattan is back.TBC

Mira asked seriously. " I do. Don't you?" " I don't. I have prayed countless times for a miracle, but nothing happens." Mira replied. If it was two days ago, maybe she could agree with the old lady about miracles. To her, the second chance granted to her was like a miracle. That was until she learnt it wasn't. It was a way of atoning to get sins. The sins of trusting the wrong people. " Never loose your faith young Lady. We pray and even when our prayers are not answered, it's fulfill knowing that you turned to the Almighty one when you needed help." The old lady said.

just anything that would betray guilt. But I gave her nothing. Just calmness and silence. Just the quiet certainty that truth doesn’t need to scream to be heard. “Aria,” she said, voice low, “this is serious. By-passing seven layers of truth-gates isn’t just forbidden,it’s impossible without immense power. And the signature…” “Is mine,” I finished. She nodded. “Yes.” I stood up slowly. “Then let’s see it.” She paused a bit. “The scrying mirror in the High Chamber”

" After listening to my words, Andre finally understood the reason behind my unusual behavior. It was because I knew the truth. I knew all of it. Andre stopped struggling. His eyes became vacant, and his body went limp as my guards dragged him away. I dusted my dress and turned around, ready to welcome my new life—one that was filled with happiness.

"Remember—find Marcus in the primary reality. Follow the pendant's pull." "Don't leave me," I beg, reaching for her as my vision blurs. "I have to." Tears spill down her cheeks. "But I've left you something. Knowledge embedded in the pendant. How to fight him." The air crackles with electricity. In the distance, storm clouds gather unnaturally fast, swirling into a vortex above the hospital. "I love you, Mom," Truth says, activating something on her own pendant. "In every reality." She vanishes in a flash of light just as the first drops of impossible rain begin to fall. The pendant in my hand burns cold against my skin, pulsing in rhythm with the approaching storm.

Something inside me buckled. I was going to— “You won’t.” The voice slid through the chaos like silk. Not a sound. A presence. I turned my head—or maybe my mind did—and there he was. Mikah. But not like before. He stood tall, glowing faintly in all white. Not translucent or distant like a ghost, but real. Solid. Strong. His dark eyes were calm, and in that stillness, I felt everything steady. “You won’t hurt anyone, Priscilla,” his voice said in my mind, soft but unshakable. “Not this time. Not ever again. You were never the weapon… You were always the cure.”