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.

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

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.

My mother had sent Cassian back into a burning palace, after already ordering him to save me, back into whatever waited inside that fire when she could have simply let him carry me to safety and never return. Why would she do that. "What happened when he went back?" I asked. The stranger's eyes stayed on Cassian. "That, Guardian, is a question only you can answer. And you still can't." "There's a reason your memory had to be erased so completely," the stranger continued, glancing toward the ceiling as though he could hear the search continuing above us. "The relic you're hunting isn't merely powerful. Some call it the Mirror of Truth. It restores memories that were magically sealed away, all

"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.