Oc From Miracle Novels & Stories

Miranda shook her head and glanced at her phone, noticing she was dialing a number that ended with 'rommie. Concern etched on Sophia's face. "She’s not usually like this. Why isn't she answering her calls?" Her attention was caught by a guy nearby, his hands tangled in his hair as he scratched his scalp frantically. "Is he possessed?" Miranda asked, shock written on her face as she watched the man. Sophia chuckled. "No, it’s just the effect of the magic powder they use to catch omegas." Roland smirked, his eyes focused on the glass in his hand as he spotted the guy they were discussing.

That one strange errand nearly destroyed my job, my relationship, and my name. But it also taught me something: you don’t have to be powerful to protect your life. You just have to refuse to be controlled by fear or temptation. Stay calm, stay alert, stay honest—and fight for the truth. Looking back now, when I first opened that mansion door, I walked straight into a trap. But luckily, I didn’t let the trap swallow me. I pulled myself out. And I slowly put back together the life I’d almost lost.

Lead my head down to whisper in her ear “It’s going to be ok love, I’m here for you” Mileena nodded, pulled out of my embrace, and walked towards the door. She placed her hand on the door knob and opened it. We both entered at the same time. I could smell Sapphire's scent, which was very strong. Everything was still in the same place as she left it. Mileena walked over to the dresser and went into the drawer and pull out a bottle of perfume that her mother wear all the time. she immediately spread some on her body. She place it back on the dresser and turn around to face me, our eyes connected she said “ Let’s go”

“She’s a tricky one, and far too smart.” “She gets that from her mother,” I laugh, still in awe as my hands hover above Miracle’s shell, afraid that if I touch it, it might shatter or disappear. It’s grown so much larger. It was once about the size of my two fists together. Now, it’s almost as large as a ripe melon, ready to burst. The shell has matured, taking on texture, ridged like the face of a mountain, shaped almost like scales. The surface has a dark luminescence that changes colors depending on the angle it is perceived–Sometimes blue, sometimes green, other times white or black, edged with a deep crimson red that holds it together like a net.

Inside me there was a mixture of respect, excitement and fear for the immense god of the waters. When I came out of the sea, it felt like I had expelled an immense amount of water, stagnant and rotten, from inside my lungs. It was like breathing again. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the car. I went to my house, a refuge where I projected all my happiness. I took a shower and threw myself on the bed. I dreamed about Manuela. She entered the room and walked slowly to our bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Multicolored butterflies swirled all over her body as sunlight flooded the room. A bright light spread through the room and she silentl

A body crashed on me with force. My back colided with the hard ground making a loud thud. The strong aroma of fresh laundry and vanilla was filling my nose. A loud shreek was filling my ears at the same time. "I can't believe it's actually you!" a high piched voice was dizzying.

"But only us know about the place. The direct blood. These are not just my brethren but also my children." Owen came out from the shadows and brought an elderly. From the looks of him, he was ragged. He was not human either. From where he stood, he did not stink of human blood - but a familiar scent. She could not see his face. It was too dark even for her. It was magic. Magic. What kind of magic? He was not one of hers. When the newcomer came face to face with her, only then she realized who he was. "Long time," Miranda replied. "My dear cousin, how tired you looked like."

Whereas he brazenly raked over my frame, I wrapped my arms around me and lowered my gaze feeling self conscious. The next thing I know I was being picked up in his arms. He carried me out of the bathroom. I had figured out not to question him any more. Not right now. So I let him do whatever he wanted to do. He gently placed me on the mattress with my legs dangling down the edge of the bed. My face screwed up in pain when my abused as mad contact with the mattress. He took something out of the nightstand's drawer. It was a small jar containing something sparkling inside it. It was green in color. It only took me a second to realise what it was. It was Zatra, a magical ointment that can heal

She took a moment to calm her racing heart, letting the adrenaline fade, before scanning the forest floor. "Sisri Leaves for skin regeneration," Sua murmured, plucking the green shoots and dropping them into her pouch. "Pakaya Tongue to purge the scars, and Itun Fruit to brighten the complexion. Perfect." With these ingredients, the corrosive poison ruining her skin would soon be a memory. But as she reached for another fern, a low, rumbling growl vibrated through the soles of her shoes. Sua froze. Her blood turned to ice. Slowly, she turned around.

I said. “Worth it,” Cole wheezed, still laughing. “So fucking worth it.” We lasted exactly long enough to save face, then climbed out. Outside, the late afternoon air hit us hot against cold skin. Cole stood there pink and loose, staring at Mira. “That,” he said, “was fucking wonderful.” Mira raised an eyebrow. “Told you.” “You did.” Cole agreed. “I told all of you.” “Yeah. You were right. It was incredible.” Hori added.