One-minute Miracle Book Novels & Stories

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

Also referred to as the Demon's book, it was a massive tome, written thirty years ago by a priest who was said to have made a deal with the Devil to finish it. According to legend, the priest had been sentenced to be walled-up alive as punishment for breaking his vows. He promised the church that if they let him live, he would write a book that would contain all human knowledge - in a single day. To fulfill this promise, the priest sold his soul to the demon. The manuscript was extremely long, it appears to have been written by just one person over a relatively short period and covered a spell that only the supernatural could only open the book. Created using more than one sixty animal skins

I sneered. At that moment, there was a ringing in my ears, and I felt dizzy. Before my consciousness blurred, I saw the joy that lit up in his eyes. … When I opened my eyes again, a blinding white light and the strong smell of herbal medicine filled the room. There was also Lira's relentless nagging. "It's a good thing that the warriors rushed there in time and took you to the pack's clinic." She stamped her foot angrily. "That crazy wolf Dylan actually made you drink some unknown potion!"

She couldn't tell anymore. --- The next morning, a package arrived for her. Selena sat cross-legged on the couch opening the neatly wrapped box while sunlight streamed through the tall living room windows. Inside were two rare architecture books she'd searched endlessly for online, a set of premium sketching pencils, and a handwritten note. *Thought these might remind you of who you are outside all this noise. No pressure, just absolute inspiration. — Alexander* A genuine smile spread slowly across Selena's face as she flipped carefully through the first book. It felt good being remembered for something other than being Matthew's wife.

I stared at the words floating in front of my face. The heat at the back of my neck climbed to my scalp. A person has two kidneys. You can donate one and live. A person has one heart–trade your heart and you die. She wanted my daughter dead. I did not know yet whether the floating text was real or a hallucination. It did not matter. I was not letting my daughter take a scratch. I slammed my palm down on the table and stood up.

Then Mira noticed something. “Moment.” Everybody looked up. “What?” She pointed to the windowboard. There was a book. Nobody knew how it came. A minute ago it hadn't been there yet. They were safe. Slowly Aren came closer. The book was old. But not dusted. It's like it's just been deposited there. There was no title on the cover. Just one word. Memories Silence. Aren carefully opened the first page. And stared. Because there was a photo glued in.

Those guys and their cars, Murad shook his head and made his way to his own navy blue Volkswagen Golf. Arriving at the gym, he dismounted the car and made his way inside while praying to catch the petite woman amidst huge bulky men. He always wonder why she likes going to the gym when she is already so small, does she want to have muscles or abs? The woman has zero fat in her body, he is billion percent sure of that. He sighed, some women or should he rephrase that to women are never to be understood. Some are struggling to get the fat and some and busy working their asses off to make sure they have none, unpredictable.

The man was walking towards her now. Their gazes were locked and if Ana was being honest, she knew there was no way she could look away. It was as if the man had some kind of magnet in his stare and it just drew her in. By some miraculous effort, she looked down at her notebook, pretending like she was going through the notes she had made.

Evans said and Hazel placed the book on the table and wasted no time in turning the first page. She saw that it was blank and she took a quick glance at Mr. Evans before standing upright. She muttered something which was no doubt a spell and she placed her hand on the book. When she took her hand off, she saw a drop of red ink which started to form into words and she read, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make atonement on the land of ashes.”

So my hands and legs were exposed to the cold and I knew in a few more minutes I would start sneezing and that would lead to a cold, I had a weak body, my immune system was quite low but I wasn't a sickle cell. So, I felt that warmth at my side, I was about to lift my head to see what was giving me such warmth, when I felt a hand across my shoulder, without a doubt, I knew it was a person who was beside me. Then, immediately I lift my head, hoping it's not some burglar waiting to kidnap me. But the moment my eyes meets the view of the person giving me such warmth, all I felt was nothing but pure relief. It was Mel! he was the one whose warmth I was feeling, whose arms touched me, I felt so r