Miraculous Truth Novels & Stories

"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.

Mila realized that she was still able to hold his hand, therefore she felt slightly relief, at the very least, she wouldn’t disappear all of sudden, maybe they could find something, or maybe she would be able to do something with this realization of the mirror. “Miracle mirror?” Mila lifted her head and then look at Aaric, her brows furrowed when she heard that. “Liam had told me about the mirror, I have used it as well, but I don’t think the name is Miracle Mirror?” Mila was slightly confused because she couldn’t remember what Liam called this mirror. Was that a magic mirror? Or what? She really couldn’t recall anything about it. “That’s the name, but maybe he used different term, but for a

I was sure if he was out in the day his hair would glint and shimmer from the action of incident rays on it. His brown eyes were beautiful as well; They looked so soft, tender and innocent, I could get lost in them for days. I guess I didn't pay attention last time. He had tone muscles that were threatening to burst out of the shirt he wore that day. His lips, gosh his lips were full and....the door opened snapping me from my train of thought. Stephanie came in with a cup in her hands and I breathed out, heat rising in my cheek. "Here you go" she said, placing a cup of coffee on my desk. If she did saw my rosy cheeks, she concealed it well.

Kira let Emma get the search out of her system, and lay down, peering past the edge of the porch roof to search for stars. "So who first? Luke or Tristan? Don’t tell me you called me over here just to gaze mysteriously at the sky." Kira sighed. "I know." She chewed her lip for a moment, thinking. "You choose. I’m just as confused by both of them." "Well then, I’ve been dying to tell you what a freaking god Tristan looked like when he carried you out of the water. You, of course, were dangling there like a dead fish, but let me tell you." Emma shook her head as if there were no

Her knees trembled. The mirror gleamed before her. Ethan’s reflection was already fading. The world behind her called, promising salvation, purpose, clarity. But could a world without scars be trusted? Wasn’t it the pain that made us real? She thought of her mother. Don’t let them merge. But this wasn’t about merging spirits with flesh. This was about uniting truth with will. She raised her head. The mirror trembled. Then she raised her hand. Both hands now—one glowing with spirit blood, the other empty, but steady.

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!

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..."