The Miracle Blasphemous Novels & Stories

God, living was hard. If this nerd died because of me, I was so done. Living was going to become overrated. * Beep * * Beep * I needed a miracle right now for the nerd to survive. * Beep * * Beep * * Beep * Huh ?! Her heart was reviving back to normal !! My transfused blood helped afterall ! Miracle- this was honestly a miracle !! My god, I am so glad that I don’t have trust issues with you Moon Goddess. You helped me out !

My hand shook as I grabbed my slate, writing the words before they faded. Sever the bond and claim what’s lost. The broken must be bound for only a true blood can claim a god. I said them out loud, testing the weight of them in the air. They sounded wrong—like something forbidden. Mira peeked her head around the doorway, her expression wary. “You okay? You look like you saw a ghost.” “Not a ghost,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “Something worse.” She frowned. “Another vision?” “Yeah.”

“**If you want a miracle, go find another altar.**” She stepped forward, the rope now a useless tug behind her, and with a swift motion, she swept her free hand across the remaining cultists, sending a burst of ward‑craft that knocked them off balance. Their knives clattered to the earth, their chants dying out like dying embers. The first real enemy of the night—those who believed they could force a living being into a story—fell back, stumbling, disoriented, clutching at their throats as the magic that had once bound them dissolved.

The first mortal response was not worship. It was fear. Three days after the sigil awakened beneath the castle, the miracles stopped being contained to stone chambers and divine confrontations. They began leaking outward. Spontaneously. Unpredictably. And not always safely. A child in the eastern quarter cried during a nightmare— And the air around her ignited in harmless golden sparks. A priest denounced Lily during a sermon— And the candles behind him burned crimson instead of white. A blacksmith swore loyalty to the crown—

”love what are you talking about “I screamed “ I don't love sin !” I tried to look away as my heart clenched at my words. Blythe clinched her fists til her knuckles were a creamy white color. In it's wake is only a cold emotionless presided within her eyes. “I seen you everyone seen your brazen scene. Have you no shame?!”she screamed “Blythe you have this all wrong I'm not giving eyes to sin were just friends. Nothing more “ I stated as she paced the small bathroom

Venos said, striking the sand with his staff and disappearing into thin air. "Oh, easy! Vladimir said to himself and cast the spell "blink", but nothing came of it. In panic Vladimir tried all possible options, but all was in vain. Finally, he decided to just throw pebbles into the sea until Venos came himself to bring him back, but then Vladimir miscalculated, realizing that he had been abandoned, and watching the sun go down into the abyss of the sky. Then, looking at the rocks, sand, palm trees and crawling turtles, Vladimir noticed that there was a Mirage ahead of him, and it seemed very strange to him, because he was certainly not in the Sahara. But the strangest thing for him was that

“I was cursed, Nathan. The engkanto took my soul and that's why I died. This is their punishment for me.” “Punishment? What did you do to offend them that way, anyway?” Mira looked downward and took a deep breath. “Do you remember the time we went to Mt. Banahaw? Do you remember what we did there? It was all a sin, wasn’t it?” At that point, what the priest had told Uncle suddenly came back to him in a flashback. “When we experience events like this in our life, we should check our actions. Maybe we have done something that allowed demons to manifest and interfere with our activities.”

I can't believe my ears, the earth was dancing beneath my feet and I can't believe what my ears listened to. After ten years of no hope, after ten cursed years, ten years of longing and hopelessness, I stopped believing in God but little did I know he will return all my happiness, answer all unsaid prayers and bless me with the most beautiful blessing, my parents. "My parents, they are alive." "My Mom, Dad, my life, my happiness, he had returned it all." "Utter Bliss"..." Pure Blessing"

He leaned against the glass, right in front of the Priest’s face. “You’re right,” Kael whispered, his voice vibrating with a sudden, building resonance that made the glass of his cage begin to spider-web with cracks. “I am a miracle. Let me show you what happens when you pray to the wrong god.” The High Priest’s eyes widened, his smug expression crumbling into sheer, unadulterated terror. He raised the syringe, but before he could strike, Kael slammed his palm against the glass.

I froze in place, staring at the gleaming knife in his hand, its cold light reflecting off his filthy knuckles. His gaze fell on me, greedy and sickening, like a snake's tongue flicking. "Well, well, I didn't expect to find such a pretty young lady here." Marianne let out a heart-wrenching scream, "Don't touch her!" I clenched my teeth, fighting down the despair churning in my chest, and turned to whisper to my mother, "Mom, whatever happens next, don't interfere. "Move back. There's a trampoline outside the window that should cushion your fall.