The Miraculous Journey Novels & Stories

She pointed with her finger and ran it down these books looking for a particular cover. “I have been saving this story for the right moment.” She directed her son to sit in the chair and when he sat down, she gave him the book. It looked ordinary to him, but it was obviously special to her. “This is the story of a young man who found a friend while on a journey. It is called ‘The Tale of Meru’.” He looked surprised because he was half expecting another history lesson. “Are you sure you have the right book?” “Yes, Yvayn, I am. I am not as boring as you would like to think I am.”

He speaks softly: "You’ve done more than break a curse. You’ve given us back time." Mira walks through the rain for the first time in years. It does not burn her. It blesses her. For once, the river is silent — in peace. --- Chapter 27: The Keeper’s Daughter Mira finds a baby left at her doorstep — wrapped in palm cloth, with a necklace made of river stones. No note. No sound. But the child looks up at Mira and blinks. Silver eyes.

Once the magus returns, there will be no hiding the fact that not only is my belly no longer round, but that my nest has a new little inhabitant. “What am I going to do with you, little one?” I sigh, placing a hand on her still-warm shell. She blinks at me. Only the light isn’t the dim glimmer I experienced with her siblings; it’s more of a bright flash that makes me blink as I see a dark afterimage. “You have quite the spark, Miracle,” I say, the name I’ve already given her in my heart, “But my eyes are sensitive. Maybe less glow next time.”

I smiled, “That’s true, Zenith. But sometimes, when you believe in something with all your heart, miracles can happen. One day, a tiny cloud appeared in the sky, and it started to rain. The seed soaked up the water and began to grow.” Zendaya chimed in, “Did it become a flower?” I nodded, “Yes, Zendaya. Despite the harsh conditions, the seed grew into a beautiful flower. It stood tall and proud in the desert, and its beauty could be seen for miles. People from far and wide came to see the miracle flower that bloomed against all odds.” The kids’ eyes were heavy with sleep, but they were smiling. “Goodnight, my little miracles,” I whispered, kissing their foreheads. They drifted off to sleep,

“Mama couldn’t even get you a cake.” “It’s okay, Mama,” he replied. “I didn’t want to be away from you, so I followed you.” “You… followed me?” I covered my mouth after realizing how loud my voice had become. “I ran.” “Y-You ran?” He nodded, making me feel like I was about to faint again. He ran all that way? How was that even possible? But then again, hadn’t I already witnessed miracles? My own Mama had been healed by a mysterious leaf from the forest. When I saw the Moonleaf flowers bloom with their silver glow, I realized that miracles really did exist.

She made a small incision right above the bulge. ​From the open gap, a thick, grayish mucus flowed out, followed by the small head of a shiny white worm. It was already nearly the length of her hand, writhing wildly. ​Without hesitation, Sua grasped it with a clean cloth, then pulled slowly. The veins in her hands stood out with the effort. Rai, who was nearly holding his breath, stood up slowly, realizing that what he was witnessing was no ordinary task. It was the composure of an assassin… and the love of a daughter.

We ate in silence, the warmth of the cottage seeping into our bones. "Where are you going?" Mira asked. Her eyes were kind, but they missed nothing. "East," I said. "To the mountains. There is a sanctuary there." Mira nodded. "I know the sanctuary. The healers there are skilled. They will help your friend." She looked at Seraphiel. "The seed in his chest. It is Mo magic. Dangerous. But they will know how to remove it." Seraphiel's hand went to his chest. "Will it kill me?"

Dear Reader, If you thought stumbling across this story means you'll get a happy ending, and it'll be fun, and adventurous with nothing bad happening at all, think again! This is a tale of one brave human being known as the saviour of Magicia who stumbled upon a world with some similarities to earth. It's not without its pitfalls, however, that this planet is prophesied to be no more, and the saviour is at the forefront of this.

For three years of marriage, August Cross had perfected the art of managing our marriage. "I can only walk a thousand steps with you each day. Every additional step will cost you $50." At first, I thought he simply hated walking and was using this ridiculous rule as an excuse to avoid walking. Then came this year's Thanksgiving holiday. August, his childhood friend Jolie Allen, and I traveled to Fairmont together. As soon as we arrived, I pulled out the itinerary I'd prepared in advance, ready to visit Crownspire Palace. But Jolie insisted that August accompany her to the theater district instead. "Gemma, you've already used up 999 of your steps for today. I can't walk with you anymore.

To focus on our archaeology project, Shane Holcroft and I had agreed not to have children until it was finished. I poured my heart and soul into that project for five years, yet with only one final site left before it wrapped up, I collapsed in front of everyone and found out I was pregnant. The team leader scolded me for being reckless, and my teammates worried I would be too weak to keep up and would slow them down. Everyone wanted to seize the chance to steal the credit I had fought for over five long years. Swallowing my anger, I sent the test results to Shane. Before I could even demand an explanation, I saw his message. It was not meant for me. He had forwarded the results to the f