Miraculous Wishmaker Novels & Stories

Bonnie nodded and thanked me again. Then I turned to Crystal, “So, young lady, what are your three wishes?” She smiled, “Okay. My first wish is for a swing set outside.” I nodded and snapped my fingers, “Done. You’ll just have to wait until morning to play on it.” She smiled, “Okay. Wish number two is for my own library filled with books that I can read.” I nodded and took her hand. We walked to her room, and I snapped my fingers once. When we walked into her room, she squealed in excitement as she saw one whole wall of her room is now bookshelves. She hugged me and smiled, “Wish number three, I have to whisper it.” I bent down close to her, and she got close to my ear and whispered, “Will y

Lily explains to me and the frown adorning my forehead, deepens. My eyes move to rest on Miracle's face. The dark circles are encircling her eyes. Her face is all dirty and pale. Her cheekbones look too prominent. My heartbeat quickens, realizing the fact that she is going to die if her abilites don't start working soon. “ Miranda can fix this probably. ” Lily suggests and I snap my head at her. Miranda is a witch who lives in our pack boundaries. She is the niece of Amanda who is the Oracle.

She told him. "Why?" "Cos her case is critical, that was what they said though." She smiled not because she was happy but because she was hurting. "I miss Mirabella and her troubles." "Make a wish Milady." He stood up and stood in front of her. "I wish for Mirabella to get better." She simply said. "Your wish is granted." He spoke some inaudible words and stared briefly into space. He made a slight bow and smiled. "Hammed." She looked into his eyes when he sat back next to her.

I heard Zeke’s voice but it sounded so far away. How the hell did we even get into this fog? I cautiously walked ahead, worried I would fall off a cliff or something. “What’s your wish Empress?” A voice hissed in my ear. “Who’s there?” I questioned. “Tell me your wish.” I saw a dark figure in the fog. “Who are you?” “I am the Wishmaster. Tell me your wish, Empress.” “I um...I don’t have one. I’m good.” I stated. “Are you sure? Not one wish? Don’t you want Beta Penn to love you?” The figure asked.

She announced stubbornly, “You know, I think I deserve more than one wish after all that’s happened, so I’m going to make wishes and I want you all to hear them.” “Well, okay then, Miss Warrior, let’s hear them.” “First, I wish that I could have a swimming pool in the backyard. Second, I wish that Seraphiel could come back to us. Third, I wish that everything in those towns would be back to the way it was. That’s what I want. Oh, and that Mama and Michael get married!” She blew out her seven candles, one for each year, and one for good luck. “There! Now, can I have a piece of pizza, please?”

Beatrice asked. “Uh… Let’s talk about this next year!” Beatrice nodded. “True. Speaking of which, it’s going to be New Years’ soon.” Alex’s heart skipped a beat. “Do you have a wish? You can make a wish from me!” “Huh?” Beatrice was taken aback. “Make a wish from you? It’s not like you’re a god or anything.” Then, her face flushed. At this moment, Alex could feel a beam of golden light, which was wish power entering his golden core.

I say, as that bud of hope gets pulverised. “I’m sorry, I can’t. There are rules to our magic, and its rules are much like that of the Gods. The only one who can reverse the magic of a makkari is the makkari who created the magic in the first place. We’ll have to find her another way,” she says, her voice sounding guilty. “He would have had to take her back to Longsang. Why can’t we just go there?” Amelia asks tiredly. Has she even slept?

Quatrapatala said softly. "Wh-what do you mean?" Extonia asked a little flustered as she could see how Quatrapatala was more on edge then ever. "When one of a direct descendent makes a wish from the bottom of their heart... They are able to cause a miracle..." "Isn't that a good thing? Now Rachneid is alive. We can all live together happily." Extonia said as her voice begun to shake, the dim atmosphere was starting to make her grow anxious.

she asks, coming closer. “Trying to find anything on supernatural beings that can invade people’s minds, but I’m not finding anything I don’t already know,” I say, pushing the book away in frustration. “Hmm, a makkari could. A visum could if they were granting a wish. A God definitely could, but that seems like a waste of their time. Why are you looking this up anyway? Is it a mission you’re working on?” she asks curiously. “A personal mission, you could say,” I answer evasively.