The Miracle Blasphemous Novels & Stories

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

Kael said, “if you want to shatter someone’s faith, you need more than evidence. You need a miracle.” Seren’s pulse thrummed like lightning in her veins. A miracle. And suddenly, her mind spun with dangerous J's dramtic possibilities. He watched her, reading every spark of her rising plan, every shift in her expression. “You’re thinking something reckless,” Kael murmured. “I’m thinking something brilliant.” “Same thing,” he said. “Good,” Seren said. “Because brilliance is exactly what we need.” Kael watched her so intently it felt like he was peeling back her thoughts layer by layer. Seren hated that. She also… didn’t hate it.

"That skin isn't the same as the daughter you birthed, Margret. Can't you see..? And about those berries, after that war we were told as children, who have you heard went into that forest and came out without a scratch, huh?" Getting the heat from me, Margret averted her eyes swiftly. "Our daughter might be lucky to have–" "Did you check her back, woman?! Those old and new scars wouldn't have vanished if not done by a surgery on. But just go, go check that abomination, and tell me what you see." "I know I was shocked when I saw that everything had been wiped off completely, but still, miracles do happen, you know... Aren't you a Christian? Why do you believe that your daughter might just be

“I haven’t been treating you well, so I bet you have a ton of resentment inside of you.” “I won’t deny the resentment part. I won’t say that I haven’t imagined freedom from you either,” she snapped. “What else did you expect? You forced me against my will.” Christian’s expression darkened further. “You didn’t deny it. You’re going to betray me, and you’re going to keep on getting close to him. To Michael McGregor.” “You’re drunk,” Camille said, closing her eyes in annoyance. “Maybe if you just remember for one moment whose order this was in the first place, huh? Who told me to get close to Michael? Newsflash: it was you,” she pointed out in a hiss.

He was heavy, built like a damn tank and the more she struggled the more he growled with excitement. "I'm not only a rogue," Mira hissed as she placed her hands on the hard wall of his chest. "I'm the Blessed One!" She drew from her source of energy and pushed him off her. The male's body soared into the air, his back crashed into a tall tree opposite them, and he slid down the tree while emitting a resonant roar.

Sister Melisa called out as Father Stan stayed quiet. “What? Is it now blasphemous to tell the truth? It’s in the Old Scriptures.” Blake said with a bit of a Giggle. “Or is it only to be used when it’s convenient for your point of view?” Silence. “Look, I don’t want to go against the church.” Blake coldly looked at the two. “Then stop your madness.” Sister Melisa said. “But, if the church goes against me, it will be its downfall,” Blake continued, taking a sip from his tea. “Alas, the tea has grown cold, and so has this conversation.”

I was all wrapped up and unrecognisable. The video had raked up a lot of likes. [I can’t believe Jenny hiked such a dangerous mountain so many years ago! I expected nothing less from my favourite vlogger!] [It’s a shame she has such a terrible sister. I can’t believe she took three kids hiking just because she was jealous of Jenny!] [That’s three whole lives she stole! How can she sleep at night?] They dug up my details quickly, and everyone was soon calling for my downfall online. Among some of the comments were a few logical voices.

I almost felt pity for her but serves her right for talking about my man in that way. Screech. Full stop. What the fuck did I just say in my head? Did I just refer to Kaleb as my man?! " Oohh." A chorus of oh's rang through the air and pulled me out of my head. I looked down at the bottle and it landed on Mira. Kirsty smirked. " You know what they say Mirabella. Karma is a bitch," her words are a bit slurred but everyone understood them. Mirabella is stiff and I am sure she was now regretting accepting an invite to play the game. But Mirabella was like her brother in many ways, they never give up. They were too proud and held their heads high.

The priest: "Alone, in your father's house... perhaps that's better." The priest rises slowly and walks toward Miranda's unconscious body. He stands over her, his presence imposing, and speaks with fury. The priest: "Let her go, you vile parasite! Release her before the fires of judgment consume you! Release her now!" Miranda's body convulses violently, but her eyes remain closed, her soul trapped. The priest (his voice booming): "Release her, you filthy devil, before I finish you off here and now!" With sudden force, the priest seizes Miranda's throat, pressing down as his eyes blaze with holy and terrifying rage, as if to choke the darkness within her.

She’d grown into a calm young woman with the kind of presence that silenced storms. Her hair shimmered faintly under moonlight, and when she sang, crops grew greener. Some said she was a miracle. Others said she was a prophecy waiting for its price. Mira never called her either. > “You’re my daughter,” she’d remind her. “Not a god.” Solenne would smile. “You say that like you’re afraid I’ll believe otherwise.” “I’m afraid others will.” --- The old world’s religions had withered into myths, but something new had begun: