The Miracle Blasphemous Novels & Stories

“You saw them! Half the ward chanting her name, the priests tripping over their own tongues. That was a victory if I’ve ever seen one.” “It was a spark,” Lucian said, his voice even but edged. He sat across from Saraphina, blade laid flat on the table, fingertips resting against the steel. “But sparks draw wind. And Malrec will answer.” Mirielle dropped a bundle of parchment on the table — copies of the ledger, smudged ink still drying. “He will try to crush us, yes. But you saw it with your own eyes. The people believed. They carried those names like scripture.”

"You stood in this very courtyard and named her curse. You blessed the lie that put her in chains, that left my daughter unprotected, that nearly cost us everything. You did not see clearly. You did not speak the truth. You only said what was inconvenient. You spoke the words the frightened people wanted to hear, and you wrapped them in moonlight and called them holy." Seraphine's chin lifted. "I spoke as the Goddess guided me. The signs were…" "The signs were wrong," Blade cut in. He moved to stand beside his brother, twin fury blazing in gold eyes. "The Goddess did not guide you. Your own fear did. Your own ambition. You wanted a scapegoat, Priestess. You wanted someone to blame for the pl

Before I could grab one of the uber plush towels she had gifted me, the kind a girl like me has to put on a payment plan, she paused. “One last thing. What you said about losing faith in our kind and how only a miracle could bring it back…” I could see the conflict in her eyes, and knew she made a decision when her expression turned to one of peace. “The night that pig forced himself on me, I prayed for a miracle. I prayed for a miracle and seconds later you showed up.”

Michael asks as we come closer. Lana points to a page on the journal, “Le destructeur de tous et de ses proches, la mort, la guerre et la Pestilence, récolteront la destruction de tous. Le sacrifice de l'humanité sera son champion. Si l'amour et la bonté prévalent, le monde sera sauvé. Si la mort et l'avidité réussissent, la fin sera un nouveau commencement rempli de mort, d'assujettissement et de destruction.”

Chapter 57 Part 1 Luke’s POV Ridiculous. Lies. Betrayals. Those three words had happen to me in one night… with years in the making. I can’t believe they deceive me and I almost felt that in my gut but something stopped me from believing that madness, maybe it was love but maybe it was blindness.

The sight made my blood boil. "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded, glaring at him. "This isn't your business." The idiot met my gaze, unflinching. "I know Miracle from Alaska. We're friends," he stated firmly. His admission only added fuel to the fire. "Friends, huh? So, have you shagged too?" Miracle flinched, and her eyes went wide with pain. It was a low blow, but she deserved it. Wasn't I drowning in her sea of lies and deceit?

I smiled, happy with the way things were turning out, but I soon remembered why I had been knocked unconscious. I got up from Prince Salvatore's arms to see Gabriel glaring away at Salvatore. It was almost as if he was about to hurt him. Feeling very protective of Salvatore I held up my hand feeling power surge through my hand to stop Gabriel only to see him flung to the other side of the room. I exclaimed, "Oh my gosh," as I gaped in shock at my own hand. I choked back my breath. "Isabella, the spell your mother used to repress you has been shattered." Xian spoke up.

The third warrior nodded and said," I have noticed that this man comes alone now a days. Next time when he comes, we can grab him by his foot, drag him towards us and then attack him. What say?" At this moment, they heard a voice," What if he is carrying a weapon? What would you do them?" It was Zieve's voice. He couldn't hold back and thought this was the right time to join them. All of them jumped in surprise by this sudden voice. The second warrior threatened him and asked," Who are you? Were you pretending to be unconscious and secretly listening to our conversation?" Zieve replied in a cold voice," I am the Miracle you were praying for." Zieve's answer surprised them and none of them sp

a woman murmurs. She’s not talking about what just happened when she says Miracles. She’s talking about people—very special people. Radar is a Miracle. So am I. There are seven of us in the District. The name Miracle has nothing to do with Powers, though every Miracle but me has one. The name was given long before any Powers evidenced themselves. It was bestowed upon us at birth. Indeed, our births WERE the Miracle. We live in a world of dichotomies. There are the Befores and the Afters, there’s Inside and Outside, and most scarily, Here and There. There’s no dichotomy for the Miracles, though. We are singular, unique.

“I just reached out. And it happened.” Silence pressed in. Then the bond flared. Not pain. Not fear. Shock. I gasped, clutching my chest. “That was a miracle.” His voice dropped. “Yes.” My throat tightened. “Kieran, miracles are loud.” “I know.” “They ripple,” I continued. “They draw attention.” “I know,” he said again, sharper now. “You can’t answer prayers,” I said urgently. “Not yet. Not like this.” “I didn’t choose to listen,” he snapped. “I just did.”