Befana Miraculous Novels & Stories

Yes, accept it. At some point, you are going to have to accept that there are words like faith, like hope and that there are even those things that they are calling miracles. Yet there are people; some might call them beings that play with the lives of others in their hands. This, my dear Mirabelle will be an evil that will come for us. But my love. I can now honestly say that this evil, you should stay at bay. You might think you are going to tear Mirabelle and me apart, where in fact, you will only bringing us stronger and closer towards each other.

Never has it been used to describe any part of my existence. Now, I’ve heard it probably three dozen times. Miracle. Miracle. Miracle. Goddess’s Blessings. “If your mate hadn’t been there, you wouldn’t have survived, Ms. Pride.” “The Goddess is smiling down on you that you are still here with us.” “Your bond must be incredibly strong. It seems Rafael willed you back to life.”

I start to say before immediately falling silent. La Madona, Didi! It's the Madona who has heard your prayers and is offering you one of your greatest wishes: to be able to feed Santo Ganovese by hand! Please, Mother Madonna, I know it's wrong to make this kind of prayer, but one of my fantasies would be to do the Beauty and the Tramp scene with him. That we share a plate of spaghetti and... AAAAAAH. Santo stares at me. I feel tingles run through my body. I want him to stare at me for the rest of my life.

she says as an older lady appears next to her. We were shocked, to say the least, it was Mrs. Colby, it was Hailey’s next-door neighbor from Misty Mountains. Rebecca reacted and spoke “You are Malificent’s gran? You are the witch I saw in the woods that gave me the potion to cure Serafino and Brian”

“You haven’t seen any like ours, mister. Ours is special.” Tom and Rich stared at her, then past her to the sheltered structure. They looked closer: Miracle, a hand-stenciled piece of plank declared above the pen’s door. The snowy-white snout prodded at the wire, letting loose a snort. “White buffalo,” Jodean told them, and Richard’s daughter inhaled again with surprise. “They’re magic,” said Katie simply, looking to the smiling woman. “That’s right, sweetie. Some people believe they are magic.”

Her captor was none other than Selena Dark, a deity. “I wish for Moon Goddess to look at me. Why is she so silent?” I said in my mind while Miracle kept quiet. Noah made his way toward me. Miracle had her gaze fixated on the sun. What was she doing? Her eyes shone. She howled. “I, Sun-Wolf, Viviana Miracle, summon the fire inside me to trap the most powerful sunlight for a humble cause in the name of my mother and my murdered family.” Miracle talked. In front of Noah. He was astonished.

“No, not a curse. If it were, I’d have sensed the origin. This is something different. Something that’s cloaked, hidden.” Nana’s lips press together in a thin line. Her next words come slowly, cautiously. “Then maybe it’s time to stop searching with sight… and start searching with faith.” Bianca frowns. “What does that mean?” But Lumina already knows. She looks up, meeting the older woman’s gaze. “You’re not serious.” “I am,” Nana replies. “The Sacred Mirror.” Silence falls instantly. Even the flames in the hearth seem to retreat, their glow suddenly quieter, more unsure.

Felen retorted. "Good luck then, and be careful. Ah, I will give your gift through Nrother Lucifer. See you, My Beautiful Lady." Felen shouldn't have to worry about Beelzebub's ambiguous words. However, the warning and mysterious tone in his voice made her worried about the last demon she should meet. ***

“I’ll tell you how.” “Oh-kay….” She smiled. “Just close your eyes, hold out your hands, and repeat after me.” Brenna did exactly as she said. “Vocatio veneficae summae salices,” Magenta breathed, her eyes growing heavy. “Magenta?” I knelt beside her bed. “Do it,” she commanded Brenna, her eyes weak, reflecting her countenance. Brenna closed my eyes and said, “Vocatio veneficae summae salices!”

Puzzled, Camille took out the device and looked at the caller ID. When she saw who it was, her eyes lit up, and she answered the call immediately. “Brüderchen!” she greeted happily. “What is it? How’s Papa?” “We’re getting him ready for travel,” Benjamin replied from the other end of the line. He sounded much more cheerful than the last time they spoke, which made her glad. “Paul is currently gathering information about the doctor’s clinic. He’s also preparing the necessary documents for international travel and looking for available accommodations near the treatment facility.”