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

She held his eyes even as her orgasm built and intensified, wanting to see all of him in this moment, knowing that Shane was open and vulnerable in a way that he may never be again. When they came together, their bodies convulsing and shaking, Mirrie sobbing his name, Mac realized that he'd just touched a tiny piece of heaven. She was every single good, pure thing in his life, and he knew now that if she wasn't in his arms, in his heart, then he'd lose more than love. He'd lose his faith that any good, pure thing could ever come into his life. He'd never believe in anything, not ever again. ****

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Miracle Maverick rules her pack with a sharp tongue, sharper claws, and zero tolerance for bullshit. She didn't claw her way to Alpha just to be derailed by her past. Especially not by him-the leather-wearing, sin-smirking, tattooed menace who just swaggered back into her life like he still had a claim. Talon Cross is a wildfire in wolf form. Reckless. Infuriating. Hot enough to burn. He walked out on her five years ago, and now? He's her new co-Alpha. As in, half her pack. Half her power. Half her bed if he has anything to say about it. Miracle swore she'd never fall for him again. She also swore she'd never let anyone see how badly she still wants him-how the scent of him alone m

"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."