Befana Miraculous Novels & Stories

“We agreed not to allow another woman from Muzagah to be sacrificed to the gods of the Suramite to pacify them for Habeb’s sins. We believed that the gods will destroy us if we grant the prince his request. Believe me, my son; I cannot wish to achieve wealth by sacrificing sweet Banabella to Moguzule, that merciless god. Never! She is my daughter. Later, we called out the six girls to spot out the genuine one. It was an easy task. The girls gathered themselves shyly and stood before us for scrutiny. Banabella stepped out. At first, she tried prevaricating; but when scolded by the King to speak only the truth, she said things that were similar to what the prince had said. There were no contra

Seth immediately carried him off the ground. Daisy was shocked for a moment “could this really be happening? Is this a miracle.” “How did this happen, son?” Seth asked Gabriel. Gabriel had no idea, he just started walking. “This is a miracle, my son can walk!” Daisy shouted, with tears of joy flowing from her eyes. “Do not be deceived, woman. Katrina has a lot of techniques. I’ll quickly sanctify the boy, then, we’d know exactly what we’re up against.” Fr. Benjamin said.

asked James. Xandra said, “I-I’m not sure. Last night, I dreamed of thousands of light rays shooting out from Mount Bane. When I looked in the direction of Mount Bane this morning, I strongly felt an extraordinary divine object was about to appear. It’s going to be a very miraculous one. It’s ten times or even more powerful than the Sacred Tree I obtained from Mount Silbergh.” James was shocked by the news. “Mom, do you know what kind of divine object will be born on Mount Bane?”

Seraphina listened attentively as I poured out my story, my struggles, and my desperate need for answers. With a gentle nod, Seraphina began to weave her magic. She closed her eyes and murmured words that felt ancient and sacred, her hands moving gracefully as if guided by unseen forces. I watched in awe as the room seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the mystical powers at play.

“It’s your father. I… I felt you.” Bella made a soft, wrecked sound. Morwen discreetly turned away, giving us privacy under the pretense of writing notes, though her hand lingered on a nearby shelf like she needed the support. I exhaled, shaky and overwhelmed and more sure than I’d ever been of anything. No altar. No script. Just this impossible, ordinary miracle of flesh and magic and second chances, kicking softly against our hands and saying, in the only language they had yet: I’m here.

“No, that’s not possible.” Finn stood up too fast. “You’re lying.” The runes flashed. “THE MOTHER MUST CHOOSE.” Fia took a step back. “No… no, no.....” I shook my head. “This isn’t real. It’s another trick. Another curse.” Lucian stared at the glowing words, his jaw clenched. “It’s real,” he said. “I can feel it. This isn’t Seraphina’s magic.” Chase looked sick. “Then what is it?”

Amanda looked at his handsome and charming face, her smile gentle, "I believe in miracles. Back then, in that kind of situation, even little Charles miraculously survived, so Fanny can also survive." "Mm!" Benjamin took her hand and placed it on his chest, his expression serious and earnest, his voice gentle and deep, "Amanda, countless miracles have happened around you, and you yourself are a miracle. The doctors had already sentenced me to death, but you came, you didn't believe I would die, and you healed me. Fanny will be alright too."

We were silent as we walked. Beatrice seemed to be in a trance, her hands stiff at her sides. Her palms were facing forward, like she was holding something heavy. “There is strong magic wrapped in this place,” she said to the air. A sudden pain jolted through my brain, and words came crashing into me. I knew immediately it was Mira, reopening the link that had seemed to be blocked between us. She just kept repeating and repeating the same two words. “Rescue me."

I answered through the mind-link, “It’s about what I told you this morning. The stinging creatures.” “What about them?” “You have… powers, Priscilla. Something hidden. You can either heal them—or kill them. You did it with Henry, remember? I found a rogue this morning. Bitten—but not turned. Not fully. He’s still in his right mind. But not for long. He has a pregnant mate—she’s due in days. He begged for help. I don’t know how to save him… but you might.” “I don’t know how to heal anyone, Gabriel,” she shot back, her thoughts laced with panic and confusion. “You said I attract them. You said they’re dangerous… and now you’re just offering me to one?”

Magic bestowed upon her tear, the ‘Merciful Tear’ as it was once called and it would seem to call this kind of magic Theo revives from the dead for good it seems as good news comeby and the magic was not the reason for the revival but the goddess Erlah has given Cath the power to stretch out the grace that she has given them both to rejoice over and thus it will be the most generous she will ever be in a lifetime and never again shall it happen