Miraculous Wishmaker Novels & Stories

"And the Grey Pack is no longer a subject of the First Luna’s laws" Naia looked at Hope, and I saw her blue eyes widen. She didn't bow; she recoiled. "You have given the machine a soul, Sun-Walker," Naia whispered, her hand moving to a staff made of frozen sea-foam. "You think you have saved the child, but you have only created a Mirror of the End. She doesn't just record memories; she rewrites them. If she touches a heart that is filled with hate, she will make that hate the only reality that person has ever known".

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.

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.

"This is a bank statement from November 2003. On November 18th, 18 thousand dollars was wired into your account. The man who transferred the money to you was Jack Watson—the same man who bought your son from you." Although there were a million people watching the livestream, it was deathly quiet at that moment. Felicity didn't move an inch as she stared at the camera. She looked as if her soul had escaped her body. The silence stretched on for ten seconds. Then, Felicity did something completely unexpected. A cold and resigned smile stretched across her lips. "Fine. I have to give credit where it's due. You're good." Her voice had changed, making her sound like a completely different person.

Only a box of cotton swabs and a forgotten package of Band-Aids. Emma caught her own reflection in the mirror and was surprised by the naked look of need on her face. Her lips were swollen, the little bit of lipstick that had been left smeared across the corners of her mouth. Her eye makeup was smeared, too, the little bit of mascara and concealer she had applied smeared into something that gave her an almost exotic look. She looked younger, somehow.

Mysterious said and the Light master eyes glowed and the Beryl appeared in Mysterious hand and he grinned, The beryl was really glowing and Mysterious felt the power. " Wish Granted! Now you will not receive any wish close to Anything Enternal, Now you have four more wishes to go, So name your wish " The light master ordered and mysterious smirked.

I sniffed again, feeling like I won against the strongest wolf in our kingdom. He waved his hand in the air, and suddenly, a soft golden glow surrounded us. “How about I grant you a wish to make up for it?” My eyes went wide. “A wish? Really? Like, a real wish?” “Yep,” he said with a lazy smile. “One wish. Anything your little heart desires. But make it quick, I have places to be.” I thought about it for a moment, my mind was rushing me. A wish! Anything! I could wish for all the butterflies in the world, or the biggest cake ever, or—