Story Miracle Novels & Stories

Not imagined. Not wished for. Real. The realization settled quietly inside her chest. Not every miracle arrived dramatically. Sometimes miracles looked like sunlight through a window. Coffee growing cold on a bedside table. A husband pretending to lose arguments on purpose. A daughter with impossible dreams and color-coded folders. Sometimes miracles looked exactly like the life people built after surviving the life they thought would destroy them.

A heartbeat. Dante drew in a sudden, sharp gasp of air, his back arching slightly as his lungs fought to expand. His eyes fluttered open beneath the cracked visor. There was no red light. There was no blue light. There were only his own, painfully human eyes, dilated and filled with tears, staring up at the woman who had burned the world down to save him.

He said, and I don't bother telling him that I knew this part of the story. "Mira believed her daughter was... special and that's why she needed to be protected, she’d said something about Eloise being destined to save our kind but I’d dismissed those as the words of a crazy woman. That was until a few years later, after Eloise turned five." He took in a breath, almost like he wasn't sure it was right to share what he was about to; "She’d mistakenly cut herself with a knife, we’d been about to take her to the healers when we witnessed a miracle; Instead of blood, a pure white light had radiated from the cut and the wound had disappeared, leaving not even a trace of a scar behind.” ***

Helping Miracle get up she was now breathing heavily, this is not good, both of our mothers were seeing how drained Miracle was, and it made me nervous. “Time out, we need her to breath, her heart is going really fast, and I’m literally carrying her in my shoulder.” I asked to which both of them started to help me by laying her down on the cement. “I’ll get us some water, stay here you two, we will be back soon.” My mom took Miranda to get the water while I stayed with Miracle. “See ya soon then,” I tell them as they walked in the pack house. Directing my eyes back at Miracle she looked defeated in every way, I looked at my hands to see they had started to dry themselves up, what a strange p

My real child. “The very poison Damon used to destroy you,” the healer whispered in awe, “was the catalyst that created a miracle.” I closed my eyes. A single, hot tear slid from the corner of my eye. It was the first time I had cried in five years. Not from pain. But from this absurd, cruel miracle. “You’ve saved a miracle,” Lucas said, looking at my pale, sleeping face. His voice was soft, but I heard him clearly. “But you’ve also attracted a hell of a lot of trouble.”

"What happened? Are you alright, Mira?" "Yes, I will be once you are here. How far away are you?" "I will be there in thirty minutes," he said to me. "Make it twenty." "Whatever," he answered. The link cut. In twenty-five minutes, he arrived in all his glory. "What was the emergency, Mira?" "Here," I said to him, pointing at the burnt corpse on the floor. "Ahhhhhh! What the fuck did you do, Mira? What happened to him?"

Valencia Nightingale Miracle. That was the only phenomenon that could explain why I was still alive right now. There was no part of my body that had been spared from the bruises, from the pain. And God, the pain. It suddenly doesn’t feel like pain when it’s everywhere.

"I've always believed that miracles are real. I once read a journal that mentioned a woman who had bad eggs. But, that woman miraculously got pregnant after having intercourse with her partner. I've never given up my hope since then, Krystal. I believe there is a miracle that can happen in the impossibilities we are facing." Krystal was pensive for a moment. She looked like she was contemplating. Quite an awkward behavior considering our current situation doesn't allow for contemplation. The contemplation didn't last long. Krystal's lust overcame her common sense. Krystal suddenly hugged me tightly and then resumed our pending bed struggles. We did some more foreplay before getting down to b

Miracle I slowly pulled myself up from the floor, wincing in pain as a sharp sting radiated from above my left eyebrow. My body felt heavy and weak, as if the weight of my emotions was crushing me. I struggled to stand upright, but my legs felt like jelly, and I collapsed in on myself, defeated. I gazed up at a concerned stranger, a blonde woman in her early twenties, as she grasped my shoulder. "Oh my god, are you alright?" she asked, her eyes wide with worry. I nodded and moved my hair away from my face.