Miraculously Synonym Novels & Stories

But slowly, carefully, they began to believe. And once they believed, they flourished. Mira's power manifested as the manipulation of shadow—she could darken rooms, create illusions, and move through darkness as if it were a physical pathway. Cara's power was sound—she could amplify whispers to shouts, silence entire rooms, and hear conversations from impossible distances. Together, they were formidable. And they were inseparable.

Sometimes all we need is a small miracle to believe again. There are moments when we are sadder, with less energy and something incredible happens and everything makes sense again. Therefore, I always have open arms for the miracles of life. Miracles occur every day, like a flower that grows in the middle of the asphalt, or a ray of sunlight after a storm.

Yes, accept it. At some point, you are going to have to accept that there are words like faith, like hope and that there are even those things that they are calling miracles. Yet there are people; some might call them beings that play with the lives of others in their hands. This, my dear Mirabelle will be an evil that will come for us. But my love. I can now honestly say that this evil, you should stay at bay. You might think you are going to tear Mirabelle and me apart, where in fact, you will only bringing us stronger and closer towards each other.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Let Everyone Hear You Screaming Miracle's POV I almost forgot how to breathe when our bodies became one. Happiness, excitement, pleasure and fear were all happening inside me. I felt happy because when was the last time I got laid? I felt excited because of the words he said. At the same time, I am drowning with so much pleasure that I feel like I'm losing my mind! Lastly, I am afraid because it felt like I just got closer to him. Like there was something inside us that clicked.

Miracles. I don't have faith in them. You either get fortunate or you don't, and that's how it works. Miracles are simply massive quantities of unadulterated luck that have been branded inaccurately and erroneously. Receiving such incredible fortune and then attributing it to divine favor never set well with me. It wasn't a miracle that I passed both the trigonometry and calculus exams in college without studying; I just got fortunate with the multiple-choice questions. In the same manner that someone is fortunate to win the lottery. It all boils down to simple, stupid, and foolish fortune. No miracles are involved.

ALARIC Moon let go of me the moment Miracle shifted. It was all weird. So strange. So different. So impossible. I was short of words. What the hell just happened? I witnessed it. Miracle was all wrapped up in the fire, raised from the ground, howling at the Moon. The next moment, she was eating it. She just ate that shit or whatsoever it was, to begin with. The most insane thing about all this mess was that she was fine. Not even a single burn. Not a single scratch. She looked like a newly polished mirror. Was I even saying it right? My words and sentences appeared jumbled. Well, not my fault. It was the situation.

Steve said, earning an eye roll from Janet. "Janet, listen to yourself. You said the luck band might be related to supernatural things. What do you know luck to be? Luck is when something happen by chance." I glared at her. "And have you forgotten it's the same dictionary that said "based on superstitious beliefs". Then what are superstitions? My dears, it is simply related to magic and supernaturals."she said as-a-matter-of- fact.

a woman murmurs. She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births WERE the Miracle. We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There’s no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.

CAIN POV “ Cute? That’s a strange word to describe me. ” I gawk at Miracle who seems more than fine now. At least, she is fine physically but I can’t be too sure about her mental state. I know she is acting positive and happy, but it doesn’t seem too genuine. What she did out there must be haunting her even now. “ That’s the best word.. ” She shoots back with a lopsided grin on her lips. “ Whatever. ” I shrug my shoulders.