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.

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.

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

Antonio's presence, radiating a jubilation that seemed almost surreal, met her gaze, an image that could have easily been mistaken for a dream. Antonio's expression mirrored the raptures of a dreamer who had stumbled upon a realm of the miraculous. His eyes, glistening with unshed tears, held a depth of emotion that could rival the ocean's abyss. "You... you are alive," he repeated, each repetition carrying with it the weight of a miracle, his voice a melody that resonated with the vibrations of life's resilience.

It felt like a miracle, despite the conflicting emotions swirling within me. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted as Charles reentered the office, holding out a document. "Boss, no need to retrieve another document. You tore the photocopy; this is the original," he informed me. Snapping out of my contemplation, I eagerly accepted the document, needing to confirm its authenticity for myself. As I examined it, relief hit me. "Thank goodness," I exclaimed aloud, a smile spreading across my face as I clutched the precious documents in my hand. This unexpected Miracle had presented me with an opportunity I couldn't afford to miss, and I was determined to make the most of it.

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.

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.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,