The Miracle Blasphemous Novels & Stories

"I don't need to know how it happened anymore. I don't need Miller to explain the mechanics of a miracle. I only care that it is." A profound stillness settled over Daniel’s rugged features. The old, lingering shadows, the residual paranoia of a man hunted by his past and terrified of his own shadow dissolved completely, replaced by a deep, immovable peace. Daniel leaned forward, pressing his forehead gently against Lukas’s, closing his eyes as if drinking in the reality of the words. "A miracle," Daniel echoed, tasting the word as if it were entirely foreign to a tongue accustomed only to grit, blood, and survival. He let out a low, ragged breath that sounded dangerously close to a laugh. "

“The survivor — as you had called it — is a woman, sire. But she wasn’t spared by the attack at all. She died, but the essence of life returned back to her. She lives again.” “Damnation!” shouted the third High Priest. He was Joash, the strict priest of the four, who had a shorter gray beard. He stood up and glared at Mikha’el, unable to accept his claim. “We are not fools to believe your words messenger!” “You don’t need to believe, Your Excellency. You just have to see, ” was Mikha’el’s effortless barb. This made the lofty priest silent. “The woman is the one people call the miracle child once, ” he explained further.

“Everyone knows that you don’t even know how to say those words. We all know you don’t know how to feel sympathy for others!” He clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at us. “Just because I never showed sympathy with others doesn’t mean that I don’t know how it feels.” “No!” Miracle violently shook her head and helped us stand up. “You don’t really know anything about human compassion. You even like to see everyone suffer, especially those people that don’t obey what you want.” He raised his eyebrows. “You see me as a monster?” “You are a monster!” Miracle and I screamed at his face.

She was amazed at my response, staring blankly at me, trying to figure out what I was playing at. “Like me, everyone will think you have gone mad. How can you accuse me and my god daughter? Everyone knows how much I adore Isla and how far I can go to do anything for her. Everyone is very much aware of the depth of friendship I had with her father. How will anyone believe your silly accusations?” It seemed to be working, because she seemed to doubt her own words. “You know what you and Freya's crimes have in common? Blasphemy! And we both know what the punishment for blasphemy is." "I had indeed seen you forcing yourself on her. And I will tell them that all your goody two shoes act are a cha

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

Mira asked seriously. " I do. Don't you?" " I don't. I have prayed countless times for a miracle, but nothing happens." Mira replied. If it was two days ago, maybe she could agree with the old lady about miracles. To her, the second chance granted to her was like a miracle. That was until she learnt it wasn't. It was a way of atoning to get sins. The sins of trusting the wrong people. " Never loose your faith young Lady. We pray and even when our prayers are not answered, it's fulfill knowing that you turned to the Almighty one when you needed help." The old lady said.

James’s voice grew harsher, each word clipped. “It is already a miracle that my fellow man yes, man~~ is pregnant. It is a miracle that his body hasn’t rejected both babies. A miracle that he even made it through surgery without bleeding out. So don’t stand here in my office and preach science to me as if I can flip through a medical journal and find an explanation for what the hell is happening.” The silence stretched, heavy, until James’s voice cracked lower, rougher. “You want science? Science doesn’t explain why Jay is alive right now. It doesn’t explain why those babies still have heartbeats after everything. Science has already failed us here. All we have left is the miracle.”

Thaddeus Michaels" Davidson read it once. Then again. The words did not simply hit; they hammered themselves home within him, hooking into the deepest, most open areas of his soul. Moral indignation. Filth. Exploiting the vulnerability of a dying man. Fornication and lying. This was not Victor's business intrigue or Melissa's private revenge. This was something different. This was his religion, the moral machinery that previously had dominated his whole life, turning on him with the fury of a rejected deity. Reverend Michaels hadn't just damned him; he'd excommunicated him in terms of public square blasphemy, calling down words of damnation eternal. Faith, which had been his anchor, had been

In the void, his presence felt like a slimy, oily blackness trying to pull away. ​“No!” Kaelen’s voice echoed through the psychic link. “This is a trick! Witchcraft!” ​But the Mirror didn't lie. The images grew clearer. The crowd watched as I fought, watched as Aries bared his teeth, and watched as Liam arrived like a god of vengeance. ​The High Priest of the Council stepped back, his eyes wide with horror. “Treason. This is treason against the High Laws!” ​The ritual snapped. ​Liam and I were thrown back onto the stone dais, gasping for air. The liquid silver in the Mirror turned black and settled into a stagnant pool.

Noah scoffed, but I could hear how happy he was, too “You can stop now.” “How can I do this? Damn it, Noah, it was already a miracle you were able to survive the chimera! And now this?!” Atticus hesitated “I know we always mocked all the idolatry the Moon Goddess received, but… I think I’m starting to believe she’s real now.” “I feel a bit like that too…” Noah admitted. “Although, on the two occasions I received a miracle like that… There was a common thread.” "Common thread? What is it?"