The Miracle Blasphemous Novels & Stories

Her face went pale. "This is a threat against your baby" she said. "It is more than that" I said. My voice came out weak and scared. "The Prophet is claiming the Moon Goddess wants my baby dead." "That cannot be true" Mira said. "The goddess gave you these powers and she knew you were with Kael." "I know" I said. "But what if the Prophet is right and what if the goddess does see my baby as wrong." "Stop that right now" Mira said firmly. "You cannot let this person get into your head like this."

It didn't matter what I said or did to him in this state, he wouldn't flinch. "Just take me back to the mansion." I said in defeat before surrendering myself to Aiden. He supported my weight on his shoulder before helping me out of the bar. It was stupid of me to come here anyway. We reached the mansion, and I was immediately approached by Mirabet Cromwell, a social pariah who is well known for her soothsaying capabilities and visions. She was just like Forrester, except more advanced. People considered her a witch, and ever since the incident of Azira, magic and witchcraft were greatly despised by the Lycans. But in Mirabet's case, she was not a witch. She was just gifted in different ways

We worked independently, bouncing ideas and theories off eachother when we needed to, feeding off on one another's energy as we plowed on in search of a Hail Mary to save our people. Suddenly my mother leapt up, an "A-Ha" moment striking her in all forms. She raced out of the room and up the stairs without a word, and I could hear her verbally shout the phrase from somewhere upstairs. She clamored back downstairs, a huge navy book in tow. The cover was ornate, gilded in gold, the words "Encyclopedia of Lycanthropy" glistening across the front. She opened the cover and pointed triumphantly at the publisher's seal, the very same flame symbol as on the papers we'd discovered.

" Do not hate us we do this in the name of God it is Gods will we are being kind for God punishment would be far worse , but next time you have to pay double" ' this is cliche, but it's pissing me off I think I've had enough of their bullshit' he thought as he dashed in and kicked one of the preists into the wall. " Hello scum" he said with a smile " the other two noticed him and one cast a spell" [ may the lords light fall]. A pillar of light came from above and engulfed him Jack started screaming . " ahhhhh it hurts ...stopppppppl" the other preist just laughed " that's what you get for interfering in Gods work heathen

It was getting out of hand. “SILENCE” The King shouted. Everyone obeys and shows their neck for submission. “There will be no discussion of this matter as of now. It’s been a long, tiring day; we will discuss this another time. Sapphire and Jedidiah, it’s been a long day for you, especially for Mileena. You are free to leave” They both nodded walking passes the crowd before they walk further. Sapphire turn her head facing some of the pack members and said “Our daughter is not abomination. She is a miracle wolf” she turns back leaving everyone in their thoughts.

Malachi probed, searching her face for any sign of mercy. "I cannot and I won't," she stated firmly, folding her arms across her chest. "Any magic-user who defies the Goddess’s decree will only invite her wrath. Those who banished the El Silbón believe they did the world a favor, but they have unknowingly paved the way for a greater evil—one far more powerful and beyond their control."

She lifted her bare hands and placed her fingers against the rim. The metal was warm at first. Then it cooled until it felt like river stone in winter. “Speak,” said the High Cleric. She looked at the flame. It burned without smoke. “I will not vow to belong,” she said. “I vow to be weighed.” A sound moved through the crowd, not a gasp, not a cry, only a change in the shape of listening. “Blasphemy,” someone whispered. Lucien did not speak. He held his stillness like a shield.

Mother Mary explained to Mirabel, who was staring at the Laki sand. She walked to a round stone table in the middle of the room and pressed her hand into the interior of the table, causing the inner part of the table to go in and shortly reveal a round orb that was emitting a dense blue light. "What is that?" Mirabel asked as she walked forward to stand beside Mother Mary at the table. "It's the Blue Miracle." Mother Mary smiled as she spoke and stared at the blue orb. "The Blue Miracle." Mirabel nodded as she repeated, completely clueless as to what the Blue Miracle was.

Vane didn't back down. The accusation of heresy seemed to snap something fragile behind his eyes. His face twisted into a sneer of pure, unfiltered ugly. "You speak of the Divine?" Vane screamed, spittle flying from his lips as he lost all pretense of judicial calm. "Do not preach to me about the Goddess, boy! That 'miracle' you cling to was nothing but a show! A parlor trick thought up by a desperate Elemental to save her own skin!"

Yes, accept it. At some point, you are going to have to accept that there are words like faith, like hope and that there are even those things that they are calling miracles. Yet there are people; some might call them beings that play with the lives of others in their hands. This, my dear Mirabelle will be an evil that will come for us. But my love. I can now honestly say that this evil, you should stay at bay. You might think you are going to tear Mirabelle and me apart, where in fact, you will only bringing us stronger and closer towards each other.