The Miracle Book Novels & Stories

After a few moments, the two joined her and everyone cheered as Mike opened the champagne and the cork popped out. "It's non alcoholic so you can drink too, honey." Mike whispered as he handed his wife a glass. He held her in his arms and lightly kissed her forehead. Louisa secretly gushed as she watched the couple gaze at each other lovingly. She was really happy for her friend. "A toast." She interrupted excitedly. Everyone raised their glasses, waiting for Louisa to continue. "To miracles." She whispered. Mike gazed adoringly at his wife. "To miracles." They chorused.

“I thought it might be a good place to write the spells and everything down? You can use a spell to hide them so that only those you allow to see it can see the spells.” Willow takes the book curiously. It already looks old but in more of a cool, antique way than a dusty attic way. Maybe this will help? Since that day she unlocked everything her mind has been overwhelmed with the amount of information she’s been told: spells, magic, potions, and everything else at that. Maybe writing them down will free her mind slightly?

Mirabella rolled her eyes and stretched her legs. Okay, I just want to be sure." She opened it and in there was a novel titled purple hibiscus. "Wow! Wow! wow!" She exclaimed, ecstasy written all over her face. " Purple hibiscus, I have been dying to read this book. How does he even know I like this book?" Michal expected an answer from Mirabella but none came forth, she looked at her and gave a suspicious look. " You!" She shouted and stared at her sister intently.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

He wanted me to stop but he looked helpless. I opened my eyes again and sat up with a loud gasp. I was gasping for air. I was all sweaty. I looked around while coughing hard. I was inside my bedroom. I sighed and ran my fingers through my curly hair. I looked up at the door. I screamed loudly as I saw her for the first time in front of me. "Don't worry, Mira. The Angels are coming. They could not save me but they will rescue my beloved baby sister." She said and I jumped off of my bed. I went towards her. I wanted to touch her but as I went closer, she suddenly disappeared. I moved the curtains and looked around. But she was gone.

She came back way sooner than expected. "I've been wanting to read this one," she shared in a small voice, shrugging her shoulders while walking back to the couch. Just as she sat down with finesse, held out the book with both hands, and carefully opened it, letting the pages cascade smoothly like it was some treasured family heirloom, and that was when he read the title he was aching to recall. Of course! "The Imperial Serenade," he mumbled the title out loud. "By the Lancaster Maureen Ethereal," Carylle continued with satisfaction. "I've been dying to read this since back then. My former co-workers have been talking about it a lot."

Miranda felt the temperature around her rise until her whole body was sweating. So hot, almost unbearable. The woman noticed, apart from the purple glow, a golden yellow light also dominated her, even brighter and almost like the heat of the sun. The glow in Miranda's hands shrunk to the size of a marble, then popped like bubbles. The magician turned with his head up, then was stunned with wide eyes. The perfect circle in the sky was no longer black for some time, but all of its light was only directed at Miranda, it looked like a glowing bridge to heaven.

One of the councillors — Elder Marrick, scarred from brow to chin — stepped forward, pointing a gnarled finger. “You’ve damned us. Every ledger, every prophecy warned against letting the First into flesh. Now it’s in you.” Killian’s head snapped toward him, and for a moment — only a moment — the shadows in the crypt bent with his gaze, pooling, thickening, as if they bowed to his attention. Marrick flinched, stumbling back. “I’m not it,” Killian said, quiet but sharp. “I’m still me.” “Are you?” Marrick spat. “Because I saw your eyes when you rose. I saw the vault answer you.”

Even I’m surprised by my own insane courage, but I move toward the source of the crash. Stepping past a few shelves, I see a large, heavy book lying on the floor. My eyes are afraid—but my hands reach for it on their own. “A Magical Treatise on Curses and Other Influences on Subjects.” “I’ll be damned,” slips from my lips when I read the title. “I mean… thanks!” I glance around into the emptiness, but there’s no response—which is probably for the best, because otherwise I’d have definitely scared myself half to death.

She had red irises and started tapping her left claws index against the wood of the counter. Elijah stared at Mili, even though when he and Peter initially came into the library he was told not to. The demons of Hell were often annoyed by the confused stares of the reborn they worked with. Mili looked over at Elijah with a bored look and reached under the counter, pulling out a thick brown book that had the words "Everything A Human Needs To Know" written in gold text. "Here you go. Try not to lose this one." Mili said, directing her comment to Lucifer, "Also-" she continued, "one of the things in here is about not staring, and how that could get you killed." She said to Elijah smiling and r