The Miracle Doctor Novels & Stories

The rich scent of roasted boar, spiced mead, and burning cedar filled the clearing as guards slammed iron tankards together, celebrating the end of three days of pure hell debating who would win. Miracle sat near the center of the flames on a carved wooden bench. She had scrubbed the mountain mud from her skin and let her hair fall loose over a clean white wool tunic. She threw her head back, laughing warmly as one of her young scouts dramatically re-enacted her tackle in the mud pit. Firelight danced across her warm skin, making her look softer, gorgeous, and entirely unapproachable. A hundred yards away, deep in the icy, pitch-black shadows of the fir trees, a single cherry-red ember flare

The doctor said as he gestured to Kyle to go out. "Okay," Kyle sounded unsure. He didn't want to leave but he eventually did. "What happened to me, doctor?" I inquired as the doctor made a beeline towards me. "You said 'it's a miracle', why?" The doctor took my wrist in one hand and gazed down in his wristwatch with the other as he checked my pulse rate. "You don't recognize me, do you?" I focused on his face and realization dawned on me. "Doctor George."

I cautioned, continuing to hold her as I called out for the doctor. The doctor came rushing in and started checking Marly’s vitals. “This is a miracle,” he muttered, as he continued to check everything. “I do not know how this is possible,” he added. “What is happening?” I asked the doctor, concern filling my voice. “She is healed,” the doctor stated.

I knew today was make-or-break for this agreement. "I'll do everything I can to help." His computer chimed. "Showtime," he said, clicking to answer the video call. Mr. Amer Len appeared on the screen. He wasn't much older than Albert and, like him, had inherited the family business after his father retired. Unlike Albert, however, he looked like a man who actually enjoyed life. Maybe that was simply the European effect. While Albert's tie was perfectly straight, Mr. Amer Len wasn't wearing one at all. His shirt was casually unbuttoned at the collar.

Beds that moments before had held death now held breath. One doctor clutched his chest, eyes wide. "It’s a miracle, they’re healed." The words hit me like ice. Miracle? No. Trickery. But my eyes had seen it. How? How had this man done what medicine couldn’t? I didn’t believe in the Moon Goddess the others swore by, nor in seers and their so-called sight. To me, it was all superstition wrapped in lies. And yet here was Norman, robe stained in red, his presence casting him like some sanctified figure.

the doctor replied with a strained calmness, nodding and beaming a smile before darting out of the operating room. Elena’s worry deepened as she glanced at the remaining nurses, their obliviousness adding to her apprehension. Minutes later, the doctor hurried back into the room, evoking a furrowed brow of concern from Elena. “What’s wrong, doctor?” Elena’s worry etched onto her face and various thoughts roamed her mind while her chest tightened and became heavier. “Do you believe in God and miracles?” The doctor’s smile softened his words as he looked at Elena. Elena narrowed her eyes, shaking her head dumbfoundedly. “No, I don’t believe in anything like that.” The loss of her parents had sh

“I can’t explain how your wife is pregnant without getting her medical records from the hospital. The only thing I can say is that this could only be a miracle.” “Don’t bullshit me doctor,” I watched him, annoyingly. Not him too talking of miracles. “I’m a doctor and I have dealt with rare cases and miracles happen.” He shrugged. “When will you know more about Diya?” I asked. I was trying hard. Really hard to calm down. One person can only take so much pressure and this was too much. I felt like I couldn’t contain anything. I was afraid of my reaction because all I kept thinking of was how wrong all of this could go.

But then he smiled, "But you see, I am a very religious person and believe in miracles. The man is able to last this long and the brain that is said to be dead is actually thriving. Who knows if he broke his own record and woke up?" Suzie blinked. So was he going to wake up or not? The doctor did not give her a definite answer and left. Suzie could only give Jonathan a puzzling glance. "Where did you get this strange doctor from?" What kind of doctor answer ambiguously?

Even with a proper lie, this was going to be messy. “Okay, this is not good,” I commented. “Yeah. Not one bit,” he replied. “So what did the doctor say?” I asked. “A miracle,” he answered. My brow arched as I leaned off the wall. “Fuck. Is it that bad?” He nodded. “A miracle is the only thing that can save Grey.” Just then— “Beta Stiles,” someone called. Instantly, our heads snapped back. It was the doctor. “Alpha,” he acknowledged, his gaze shifting to me.

Someone whispered, "The Miracle Doctor said the treatment method was wrong, and she would vomit blood and faint within three hours. Did she get it right?" Since Larissa publicly healed Ava's leg in front of the crowd, many people came to see her in a new light. They had even started calling her the "Miracle Doctor". "It's probably a trick. Let's see how things go." This came from one of Grisel's die-hard fans. The woman called Reen was in a bloodied condition. Even when unconscious, blood continued to trickle from the corners of her mouth. Reen was about to kick the bucket. Originally, a bunch of relatives came to congratulate her, thinking she had been cured.