Story Miracle Novels & Stories

Sure, please, come on. Miracles are unexpected, but there was still a long time for Helder"s miracle ...

Tara, Dennis, and Brandon stood in a room so quiet a pin dropping could be easily heard. “What just happened?” Dennis broke the silence as he stood in disbelief looking at his bloodless bandages. “My wounds are healed. How could that be?” “A miracle,” Tara said with relief. She rushed over to Sugar and hugged her tightly. “Thank you. Thank you for reminding me. Thank you.” “Let’s get out of here,” Brandon said softly. Dennis walked over to Tara and pulled her close, “Let’s go home.” ****

“Because I don’t know how to begin what I’m going to tell you... About your father.” “About Papa Ronald?” “No, baby, not about Papa Ronald.” “About my real father?” “Yes, about—wait, what did you say? You know Ronald is not your real father?” Miracle nodded. “H-How? How did you know? When did you know?” “Because you are not married to Papa Ronald. If you are married, he will be my real father.” I don’t know if Miracle is referring to blood or because Ronald and I are not married so she thought that. But knowing that Miracle thinks Ronald is not his real father makes me hurt so much.

Miracle rattled the slips, checking if there were any secret papers hidden in between. But there was none. The second half of the story was gone. "C'mon... Don't do this to me. I have to know the story." Miracle pressed her fingers to her lips, murmuring lines of undefinable words that echoed softly in the dimly lit room. As she chanted, a gentle swirl of white light unfurled from her fingertips, enveloping her hand in a shimmering embrace. Silvery tendrils of smoke swirled into the room, weaving in response to her invocation. They laid atop her mark of divinity on her chest, and seconds later, the bulging veins around her reddening mark began to ease.

The narrative echoed with the refrain of miracles, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, the power of the heart could rewrite the very rules of reality. In a whirlwind of events, the doctor's arrival marked the turning of a page, a continuation of the astonishing saga that had unfolded. With Antonio by her side and Kira standing at the threshold, the doctor's entry was met with a tableau of awe and anticipation. Kira's eyes widened to the extreme, her astonishment painted across her features like an artist's brush strokes.

Even seasoned doctors bowed their heads, unable to deny the miracle before them. By the time Amelia Grace sat upright, her spine straight, her smile radiant, the cameras outside had already caught wind. Within minutes, headlines raced across the globe: “IMSAEB Witnesses the Impossible, Arla-Rosa Hernandez Heals Amelia Grace.” “Disciple of Ye Tianlong, the Miracle Doctor, Revealed.” “Medical Science or Divine Gift?”

I heard another continuous humming sound but is different than the buzzing sound I heard earlier, it’s as if it’s about a warning or something. Miracle’s parents continuously cried and asked for the doctor’s assistance. Then, people wearing white coats started to enter the room while I heaved for more air. For the time being, I can just sympathize with Miracle's torment, however, her life and her safety are out of my league. I was unable to spare her—just like those other bodies I had before, I couldn’t do anything to protract their lives.

Miracle squealed and ran upstairs when she came back she already had a scarf. They both laughed at her excited looks. She even tied the scarf on her face to cover her eyes. Nimueh gestured to him to start their surprise. They guided her to the pool. “Okay, after 3 you can pull off the scarf, okay?” “One, two, two and a half, and three. Surprise!” They both screamed. Miracle pulled off the scar and looked around. Her gaze stopped at the pool. “Really?” She screamed and turned around at them. Her eyes widened as tears began to fall on her cheeks which were already reddened.

I saw them talking for a bit until they went to the other table. Yes, my sacrifice is worth it. Miracle is healthy now. She's no longer sick and she can continue her dream. Even if I will no longer be part of her life, seeing her like this is more than worth it.

He thought it was over for him and that the sickness would probably take his life, he didn't expect that a miracle would happen. The atmosphere suddenly changed and even Mr. Pushkin noticed it. He knew the only person that has the power to change the atmosphere wherever he steps his foot on. That was his first grandson, Dmitry. Seeing Dmitry standing a step away from the door, he walked closer to him, "Dmitry, see... I'm better now." Dmitry squinted his almond shaped emerald eyes, "how is that possible?" "Well, a miracle Doctor healed me." The man twisted his body for his grandson to see that he was fine now. The old man was acting like a playful little child. He was so happy.