Miraculous Truth Novels & Stories

Every one of them bound, dragged by shadows into pits without end. Selene steadied herself, her knuckles white on her blade. “This is Truth?” Her voice was brittle, daring the labyrinth to answer. Mira was already trembling. “No… no, I can’t—” Her voice cracked as one of her mirror selves stepped forward, breaking free from the surface with a shattering sound. The figure’s face was pale and hollow, her mother’s voice echoing from its lips: “You should have saved me, Mira. Why didn’t you save me?”

“Because you might have discovered something we can use against Benedict. The Cursed Mirror allows people inside to have a glimpse of the truth they don’t know yet through illusion.” A glimpse of the truth? I recalled what I had seen back inside and I turned still, staring at Lucius’ back. No, it couldn’t be. My father would never tell me those things and it was impossible Lucius was my mate. We had been around each other for days now. If we were mated, we should have known it already. He must be bluffing. Or maybe the mirror doesn’t always work that way. “Nothing. I didn’t see anything,” I said and walked to the door, avoiding more possible questions he might throw.

"Father, say something!" Jaden didn't look at her. Instead, he spoke to Isla. "Pact Keeper, if Hazel has accused her of deception, then present the evidence." Evidence? What evidence could Hazel possibly have? She was long dead! "Of course there's evidence," Isla said, pulling an ancient mirror from her robes. "This is the Mirror of Truth. It is imbued with the power of a Seer and can show anyone's true history." Meggie's heart stopped.

It felt like a miracle, despite the conflicting emotions swirling within me. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted as Charles reentered the office, holding out a document. "Boss, no need to retrieve another document. You tore the photocopy; this is the original," he informed me. Snapping out of my contemplation, I eagerly accepted the document, needing to confirm its authenticity for myself. As I examined it, relief hit me. "Thank goodness," I exclaimed aloud, a smile spreading across my face as I clutched the precious documents in my hand. This unexpected Miracle had presented me with an opportunity I couldn't afford to miss, and I was determined to make the most of it.

dead I screeched in terror. Hailee Johnson, missing for one month was found dead. . .by me. Her body was infested with maggots and other insects, she had stab wounds on her abdomen and her throat was slit. Her eyes were still open and her mouth gaped. My breathing was accelerating and my skin had goosebumps, my mouth wide open and my eyes bulging out of my eyes in fear. I was trembling in terror, I couldn’t move. My mind was filled with all of these terrible thoughts, was this my fault? I was the one who said she could drop fucking dead, I felt sick. I knew couldn’t have done this but now with the murder weapon possessing my DNA, the police wouldn’t believe me. I was being set up, but by who

"We do not weigh requests based on reasons. But based on the truth in your heart." He raised one hand, and from the ground, a circle of light emerged. A circle of confession—an inner ritual used only to test those with traces of death spirits. "One step inside, and your heart will be opened. Truth and lies will be revealed not to us, but to yourself." Sua stared at the circle. A cold aura swept over her feet. Rai dismounted with deep concern. "Stop!" "Do not interfere," the monk cut in. "Violence will not save anyone in this land."

He looked pale, his silver staff vibrating with a strange, high-pitched hum. "The cure is successful, Emma," Nathaniel said, his voice flat. "The sickness is receding across the continent. But..." "But what, Nathaniel?" I asked, my heart sinking. "The Mirror-Ritual didn't just open the well," Nathaniel said, pointing toward the obsidian peaks of the Crag. "It sent a signal. A frequency of pure, unfiltered Truth. And something... something in the deep earth has answered." I looked toward the mountains. The sky was clear, but the stars were shifting. They were forming a pattern I hadn't seen before—a pattern of a Third King.

"Stella, my beautiful girl, calm down. Everything is alright now, I'm here." "Tell me, Professor Hamilton, what have you done with him?" "Don't worry, my dear. He is safe. Now, listen carefully. This next part is crucial. I need you to escape from your bodyguards and meet me at the rear of your apartment building. I will be waiting in my car to take you to your boyfriend." "How can I trust that you will truly bring me to him and that this isn't some sort of trick?" "You won't know unless you try," Hamilton replies, chuckling. "But here's a gesture of good faith."

The mirror towered before her, its surface swirling with an otherworldly energy. Taking a steadying breath, Amelia stepped forward, her reflection mirroring her movements in perfect synchronization. As she approached the mirror, the surface rippled like water, revealing scenes from her past, present, and possible futures. Each reflection showed a different path, a different outcome, but only one was the truth she sought.

I said coldly, turning away from him, my eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. We can stay for a bit, but I will make up an excuse so we can leave early and— "Woah. What is a goddess like her doing in this world?" Landon exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts. I followed his line of vision and my blood ran cold when I saw that it was Miracle he was talking about damn it to hell if he wasn't telling the truth. Miracle looked like a goddess who left her throne to hang out with peasants like us. She looked unreal and fūck, not only my blood ran cold, but it went straight to my cōck as well that I had to think of disgusting thoughts in order to not sport a raging hard on. The woman I called