Miraculous Truth Novels & Stories

Human nature was such that if one directly pointed out a flaw, people would defend the system and claim that they were already trying their best. On the other hand, if one praised something too much, even the smallest mistake would attract self-proclaimed experts who felt the need to point it out. Humans were often caught up in trends, pretending to be more aware than others. … One day before going to the health inspection committee, I'd already anonymously uploaded Jack's diary online. Three days later, I arranged for marketing accounts to promote the "most beautiful love story". Just like that, I mixed in a tale of tragic orthopedic romance among the well-known stories that internet users

She wanted to cause him the same amount of pain as he had caused her when he killed her leader so she began to walk over to Micah and Kurt while the other Ginx still hovered over Joe and Lydia. "Micah, she's coming for us. What do we do? What do we do, man?" Kurt asked in a panic as she got closer. "Hold my machete," Micah replied and handed the weapon to Kurt. He took out the codex and flipped through the pages until he stopped at one of them. Micah raised his hands and began to read the contents of the magical book. "Sicut fumus dies ventorum. Sicut sonitus post factum est. mitto te, et impero tibi, ne redeat nam in cantu tacet."

He waves his index finger back and forth while smiling at Astrid. "So, after three days, I will be teaching you the 'Sacred Incantation' to achieve your roles as a mark-user. "And then?" Zaykee asked, raising his palm and facing the ceiling with a shrugged shoulders. "Then, you will go to Kingdom Saobar to steal the 'Sacred Book of Truths' inside the most dangerous and secured room where all the higher class soldiers are in there for 24 hours," Mister Hugo explained while slowly glancing at each of the four mark users.

"What you did slowly broke you making it harder on the process and now that you finally experienced what it feels having magical energy you were so happy even though knowing it isn't yours at all. You will break yourself more, you'll feel a much deeper despair and completely throw yourself to the void---" "I said shut up!! Is it wrong to want to live normally like other people?! Is it wrong to dream?! You don't know what it feels, so shut you mouth!!" "You see, I have lived my whole life imprisoned in a room. Not knowing the world, there was even one time that I don't care about it at all. You think you know what living normally means? No, you don't. Because people has their own meaning of l

I sat down beside him and stretched out my hands to him. “What are you trying to do?” he eyed me suspiciously. “Trust me, Steve. It won’t hurt.” I smiled at him. “I promise.” He unwillingly placed his hands in mine. He closed his eyes. I sighed, ready to do this. I’ve never done this before but I was sure it would work. I shut my eyes and connected my all to it. I made sure my mind was focused on getting his memories back. I felt nothing at first but as I concentrated more on it, I felt power surge from within me.

Bubbles of air choked her throat, keeping the whispers back, letting out only a stutter at best. Monica took the King James Version Bible, raised it up with a hand and nervously gulped down, different panic and guilt thoughts raced through her head but she dismissed them - not totally. "I solemnly state I will tell the truth without hiding or adding anything and I should be punished for false testimonies if I lie." Her voice sounded mechanical, like the voice of a person reciting something written. I implore you to say the truth, just this once!

"But this wound will not heal with normal medicine. The fire that caused this was not a normal fire." The healer wrapped my hand in a clean white cloth. "Keep it clean," she said. "I will look in my old books. Maybe I can find something about this kind of magic." She left the room. Now it was just me, Noah, and Neal. Noah came closer. He held one of his grandmother's journals. "My grandmother writes about a 'truth-fire'," he said. He opened the book and read from it. "The truth-fire burns those unworthy of its secrets. It marks those who are meant to know. The mark remains until the truth is fully embraced."

A row of glass vials stands sentinel on a rickety shelf—each containing a unique essence: wolfsbane, moonflower, etc. But my purpose lies beyond these trinkets. I seek the “Mirror of Truth,” a fabled artifact said to reveal the soul’s darkest depths. It is wrapped in a red cloth, hidden beneath a stack of yellowed parchments. The cloth bears stains—perhaps blood, perhaps tears. I unwind it carefully, revealing the mirror’s polished surface. Its edges are jagged, as if it has been shattered and painstakingly pieced back together. As I gaze into the mirror, my reflection wavers. The room behind me blurs, replaced by a moonlit forest. The mirror does not merely reflect; it conjures memories. I

Realizing he had returned to his usual composed self, Miranda allowed herself a small breath of relief and smiled. “Your Majesty,” she said, “if you choose to believe my words, then they are the truth. If not, then they are lies. Not all words that please the ear are flattery, nor are all harsh truths virtuous. Truth and falsehood do not lie in what I say—but in how Your Majesty receives it.”

"Darkness is rest. Darkness is the soil where seeds grow. It is protection." She tapped the table. "You seek glory, Alaric. You think killing a 'monster' will make you a man." She reached into her pocket. She pulled out a small shard of glass. It wasn't ordinary glass. It shimmered with a disturbing clarity. A piece of the Truth Mirror. "Take this," Vespera said, sliding it across the table. "What is it?" "A mirror. When you meet a 'Hero', hold this up to them. If they are truly good, they will shine. If they are monsters in gold armor..."