Miraculous Wishmaker Novels & Stories

"If you love her so much, then I'll make sure she dies!" Charlie screamed and caught me in his arms. "Maddie, don't do this to me!" Lucas' face went white as he kicked Cynthia away. "Maddie, I'll take you to the hospital. Stay with us. Please hold on. Don't close your eyes." I could not hear what came after that because I had already died. Before long, I arrived in a completely dark space. A voice said, "Sonia O'Neill, you have fulfilled Maddison's wish. You can return home now."

"What's going on?" I grew nervous as I waited for a response from them. Brother started first. "The reason you and I are alive right now, is because someone wished for it. I know it's hard to believe but this is the handwork of a being who grants people's wish called Delets." I had to keep a straight face just so they would not suspect that I had spoken to this so-called deal maker. Of course this now proves that I was right, and that Delets was a troublemaker.

“M-Magic mirror?” “Yes, a gift from the Seer,” he continued. “It is a powerful mirror which was created by the great human, Merlin, himself. I don’t know how the Seer managed to snatch a precious artifact, but it helped me see anything outside the tower.” He dropped four cubes of sugar after pouring tea. While he was busy stirring the excessive sugar to his cup, I was still unsure how to respond after learning he had been watching me. In fact, another thought resurfaced in my mind..

The fourth volume was complete, but the watcher was still showing her visions—fragments of the future, glimpses of gardens in lands she had never seen, witnesses speaking languages she did not know. "The watcher is not finished," Solenne said to Mira, who had become her closest companion. "It will never be finished. That is what it means to be alive." Mira was young, barely twenty, with dark skin and bright eyes. She had come to the garden as a child, had learned the anchor ability from Kaelen, and had grown up among the gold flowers. Now she was a teacher, and the witnesses looked to her for guidance. "The watcher is lucky to have you," Mira said.

she said. Suddenly, the ground beneath them trembled faintly, and their surroundings warped. The trees seemed to grow taller, shadows elongating. The leaves changed color, turning yellow and black. Mist billowed from below, taking the form of an old man in torn robes, his face painted with red symbols. A Mangewu Shaman. "You cross the boundary without permission. This is land sanctified by blood and dust for thousands of years," he rasped. "Who are you? Witches? Magic thieves? Spies from Shewu?"

She claimed the baby in her womb was the reincarnation of an angel and that it needed the blessing of a mermaid to survive the birth. Alex believed her. He forced me to use the third sacred token to wish for Valentina and her baby’s safety. However, he did not know that a mermaid was granted only three wishes in her lifetime. Each one demanded an equal sacrifice. I made my first wish to save his life. In exchange, I traded my unborn child. I made my second wish to save his family’s business. In exchange, I traded all of my magic. The third wish would cost my life. I told him everything, but he did not believe me.

Lirael, the guardian of desires, regarded them with a serene smile. "Welcome, travelers," Lirael's voice echoed, melodious and enchanting. "I am Lirael. I see the longing in your hearts, the desires that burn within your souls. I offer you a choice: to fulfill your deepest longings or to confront the truths you've avoided."

Hence, I returned to Harbor City and taught Grace a lesson. The sycamore tree in my yard, once vibrant, was now wilting. I called every gardener in the city, determined to save it. People thought I was crazy, spending so much on a tree, but I didn’t care. That tree reminded me of her, of everything I’d lost.

He looked at his hand, and I could see the sadness and disappointment in his eyes, but I ignored it. “Come, child,” he said, leading me to the middle of the mirror. “What’s this?” I asked. “This mirror is a magical mirror. It shows every emotion you are feeling; it shows you people you want to see; it shows you your faith; and many other things,” he said, snapping his fingers, and I watched as my face was all over the mirrors.

She turned at once to the Shining Keeper. “Forgive us, Creator.” “Your third wish?” the Shining Keeper prompted, sounding very much as though she had no desire to waste another moment on lovers’ quarrels. “Undo her bargain,” Gildeon said. “That’s our third wish.” “Gildeon—” Araheen began, but one look from him stopped her immediately. Yet beneath her protest, relief and happiness rose within her all the same. “It is done,” the Shining Keeper said, then she walked slowly toward them.